Good at Hearts

Burnt the toast, set off the alarm You said, “Chef of the year" with zero charm

You poured the coffee, half asleep I said, “This love runs kinda deep”

Crumbs on lips, your eyes rolled slow Still the cutest mess I know

Overbuttered, still delicious Your laugh made it so vicious

Morning sun through window panes You forgave the toast again

Said, “You're bad at breakfast, but good at hearts”

That’s how all our good days start

You wore two socks that didn’t match I wrote my vows on a paper patch

You wiped jam on my new shirt I smiled and said, “Love’s a little dirt”

The kettle sang, so did we In dish soap symphony

Overbuttered, still delicious Your laugh made it so vicious

Morning sun through window panes You forgave the toast again

Said, “You're bad at breakfast, but good at hearts”

That’s how all our good days start

You burned it all but baby, you’re gold In messy mugs, our story's told

Overbuttered, still delicious Even when we’re fictitious

I’ll take burnt toast, your kiss the same Every chaos morning, I’ll rename

You said, “You ruin bread, but mend my part” That’s how all our good days start

One laugh… crumbed my heart.