Every morning in this town
I had my coffee in the corner of this bed
and I know
from now on
you won‘t be there to hand it to me like you did
but that‘s still what I do
I sit in my spot
and imagine you‘d drink yours too
My morning still tastes like you
I hear the sound of the coffee maker
you always used
and I‘m sure
I always will
find my cup filled with you
We both know there will be men
and I know I will have coffee with them
and I‘m sure to a point
I can open up and make myself enjoy it
but the coffee I got from you
will never leave my spot
I still imagine you drink yours too
My morning still tastes like you
I hear the sound of the coffee maker
you always used
and I‘m sure
I always will
find my cup filled with you
My morning still tastes like you
I hear the sound of the coffee maker
you always used
and I‘m sure
I always will
find my cup filled with you