Count What It Takes

[Verse 1]
I order the feast like the week can’t wait,
One more sweet thing, one more plate.
You say my name and I miss my stop,
I spend the rent on a velvet box.
The good feels good till the bill comes due,
I know the edge, still I lean into you.

[Pre-Chorus]
A little more, then a little too much,
A full bright mouth and a dangerous rush.

[Chorus]
Give me the taste, give me the kiss,
Give me the thing I swear I won’t miss.
I want it all till the morning says,
“Keep what you love, but count what it takes.”

[Verse 2]
I swipe for the coat with the gold-button shine,
Then split your fries like they’re yours and mine.
We make big promises over late dessert,
Laugh till the sugar starts to hurt.
I can choose the pleasure, I can choose the pace,
Leave one last bite, leave room, leave space.

[Pre-Chorus]
A little more, then a little too much,
A full bright mouth and a dangerous rush.

[Chorus]
Give me the taste, give me the kiss,
Give me the thing I swear I won’t miss.
I want it all till the morning says,
“Keep what you love, but count what it takes.”

[Outro]
Keep what you love—count what it takes.