Sink into this couch
Phone face down
Dust on the windowsill
Sun leaking around the blinds
Coffee gone cold
But I don’t mind
Soft hum of the hallway fan
Keeps ticking out the time
Nothing urgent
Nothing we gotta prove
Leave the inbox unopened
Let the world make its moves
We’re just breathing
In this lazy afternoon
Nothing urgent
Just being here with you
Half-read book
On your chest
You say you’re awake
But you never finish the sentence
Bare feet
Crossed on mine
Your laugh in the quiet
Keeps bending all the silence
Nothing urgent
Nothing we gotta prove
Leave the inbox unopened
Let the world make its moves
We’re just breathing
In this lazy afternoon
Nothing urgent
Just being here with you
Let the plans keep piling up
We’ll get there when we get there
Right now
This little living room
Feels bigger than anywhere
Except this view of you right here
Nothing urgent
Nothing we gotta prove
Leave the inbox unopened
Let the world make its moves
We’re just breathing
In this lazy afternoon
Nothing urgent
Just being here with you