Verse 1
Put on my Sunday suit again,
Tryna hide where I’ve been.
But this groove won’t lie for me,
It’s showing all my history.
Pre-Chorus
Every beat tells the truth,
You can hear my proof.
Chorus
In my Sunday suit, feeling brand new,
Dancing in the rhythm of missing you.
Every step’s a memory,
Still fits me perfectly.
Verse 2
Trumpet lifts, the bass drops low,
You turn around — I let it show.
Even heaven hums your name,
In this groove I can’t reclaim.
Solo (Instrumental)
Chorus 2
In my Sunday suit, feeling brand new,
Dancing in the rhythm of missing you.
Bridge
Drums roll soft, brass takes flight,
I’m still dressed in your light.
Chorus 3
In my Sunday suit, still in time,
Grooving to that old line.
Outro
Just me, still dressed in rhyme.
