Lyric

Got an invite on thick paper

Gold ink on my broke front door

Borrowed shoes and my one clean blazer

Tag still on from the thrift store

Crystal glass

Giant chandelier

Napkins folded like tiny swans

Every plate got three weird spoons

And my confidence is… gone

But I got this plastic fork in my hand (Hey!)

Like a little piece of home in a foreign land

Everybody’s sipping words I don’t understand

I’m just poking at the salad

Trying to look like I planned it

With a plastic fork in my hand

Guy in tails talks ‘bout Bordeaux

I just nod

Take a nervous sip

Bride walks by

Looking like a painting

I’m praying I don’t stain my lips

Band plays songs I kinda recognize

Slow dance under flower walls

I’m alone at the dessert tower

Staring down fancy cake balls

With a plastic fork in my hand (Oh yeah)

Like a secret little shield in this crowded band

They’re speaking in a language of white linen and brands

I’m just carving up the cheesecake

Faking like I belong here

With a plastic fork in my hand

Maybe this is how it starts

Feeling wrong in the right clothes

Laughing at my paper heart

Balancing on tiptoes

Still I got this plastic fork in my hand (Hey!)

Tiny

Flimsy proof that I’ll make my own plans

You can keep your perfect pose

Your porcelain stands

I’ll be singing by the snack bar

Living like I can manage

With a plastic fork in my hand…