Lyrics

Coffee at nine, waste my time
True professionals don’t question it
There’s nothing here that we can call by name
‘Cause that’d be easy
And I don’t want to settle for the

Stuff around the edges
My phone, Your tone, Our frustration
It’s kind of ugly but I like it
Cause I know how it turns you on

Word gets around, two doors down
The mail boy’s coming
Act casual
A dirty rumor round the break room door
A hint of perfume
Again I have to settle for the

Stuff around the edges
You skirt, I flirt, Hesitation
It’s kind of naughty and you like it
'Cause you know that it turns me on

Eyes across the table
Saying everything and nothing
But nothing’s real
Every time we claim we didn’t know
And every little glance we steal

Eyes across the table
Sharing everything but nothing
And nothing’s real
Everything we claim we didn’t know
And every little glance we steal

Friday at five - Crashed hard drive
No happy hour
So conveniently

Elevator to the parking deck
I choose a button
Cause I don’t want to settle for the

Stuff around the edges
What’s left but imagination?
And isn’t that the way we like it . . .