时间：2026-08-19
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Tasting each other's plates - Mellow Vibes Radio
Tiny diner booth, menu's bigger than the table seems
You order something different than I would, chase your own dreams
On the menu, while I stick with what I always pick
And before the food even lands, you're already plotting a trick
To steal a bite off my plate, no shame, no asking first
Just a fork reaching over like you've done it the whole time
Like it's rehearsed, already, already
This easy little theft
I used to guard my plate like sharing meant losing out
Territorial over food, never letting anybody scout
What was mine
What was mine
We're tasting each other's plates
Forks crossing over without asking, without a fight
Tasting each other's plates
Making the whole meal feel a little more light
Don't need to order separate to keep things neat
Just a shared mess of food, just an overlap of what we eat
We're tasting each other's plates
Tasting each other's plates
You always order dessert just so we both can share
Pretend you wanted it for you, but I see right through, I'm aware
That half of it was always meant to land on my side of the table
Just another quiet way you provide for me without making it a whole big declaration
Just a fork extended, just a small celebration of us, of us
Sharing without keeping score
I used to think generosity needed to be loud to count
Now I find it in a shared dessert in a small amount
You always save me
We're tasting each other's plates
Forks crossing over without asking, without a fight
Tasting each other's plates
Making the whole meal feel a little more light
No need to order separate to keep things neat
Just a shared mess of food, just an overlap of what we eat
We're tasting each other's plates
Tasting each other's plates
I used to think love and sharing had a limit, had a line
What was yours stays yours, what was mine stays mine
But you blurred that boundary the very first time we ate
Reaching for my fries like it was simply our fate
Just share the table, share the plate, nothing kept, nothing held in weight
In wait, just open
Steal another bite, I don't even mind anymore
I think I used to be precious about my food, my plate, my order, my choice
But somewhere along the way with you, sharing became the best part of the meal
Not because I don't like what I order
Just because tasting yours means tasting a little more of you
No separate order needed for a meal this sweet
Just a shared table, just these crossed over seats
Just your fork reaching over, just my plate open wide
Just proof that love shows up in how easily we divide
We're tasting each other's plates
Forks crossing over without asking, without a fight
Tasting each other's plates
Making the whole meal feel a little more light
No need to order separate to keep things neat
Just a shared mess of food, just an overlap of what we eat
We're tasting each other's plates
We're tasting each other's plates
Tasting, tasting each other's plates
Right here, right here
Still sharing, still sharing
Still sharing, still sharing
Still sharing, just like this
