No Filter at the Family Table

My cousin wants a photo, gotta move the sauce first My uncle's eyes are closed, my aunt is straightening his shirt The youngest at the table's got a fistful of the mash Dad's looking at my brother's fancy salad like it's grass I'm holding up the phone like the room can fit a frame Then Grandma asks if anybody's eating while it's hot I set it on the shelf and take the chair beside her knee The best part of the picture isn't looking back at me No filter at the family table Every little mess gets a plate Pull up close if you are able We don't need a perfect take The argument is onions, not a generational war My uncle swears he called ahead, he's never called before My sister brought her new girl, Dad already saved a chair A little nervous laughter and a hand through nervous hair The gravy finds my sleeve, my cousin finally gets the shot Nobody's even posing and it's everything we got No filter at the family table Every little mess gets a plate Pull up close if you are able We don't need a perfect take There's one plate for the neighbor, she gets lonely after four There's a seat beside the window and we always make one more When the dishes hit the water, all the stories get retold I want to sound like this room when I'm getting old No filter at the family table Every little mess gets a plate Pull up close if you are able We don't need a perfect take I saved that blurry photo, didn't straighten out the light You can almost hear the laughter when the colors hit just right