I trusted the cup I trusted the steamI built my whole morning around a machineThe warmth was a promise the ritual a vowAnd the man behind the counter is laughing nowHow do I mourn what I never drankHow do I grieve an empty tankThey took the caffeine and they left me the cupDecaf decaf the sun never came upFirst it was Tuesday I felt nothing at allThen a Wednesday of staring at a beige little wallThe warmth was a lie the ritual was theatreThe barista oh god the barista knew betterHow do I mourn what I never drankHow do I grieve an empty tankThey took the caffeine and they left me the cupDecaf decaf the sun never came upAnd the cruelest part the twist of the knifeI've slept like a baby the best week of my lifeEight hours dreaming calm as the seaThe decaf the decaf was the best thing for me
✓ These words follow the singing. Timed by Anonymous.
