"TAKE-OUT" lyrics

Eating takeout on the holidays
So tell little cous' to save me a plate
And send pictures by the fireplace
Maybe y'all could Photoshop my face

I've got Mondays and Sundays spread throughout the week
And this path I'm on isn't cut out for me
So I trace the lines, but didn't picture I would be
Hunched over this paper plate on my balcony
No

Think of my face, think of my face
When you're saying "grace", when you're saying "grace"
Next time we'll be close, I need you to know

Living this life I've made (Takeout on holidays)
Maybe just one day I could be home to you
Should be a better way than takeout on holidays
I know one day I'll be home with you
Home with you
I'll be home with you
I'll be home with you