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A Mug Without a Match - ExChillCafe
A blue light fades as the sun starts to climb
I'm taking my heart through the morning time
The kettle is singing its lonely song
To a kitchen where we used to both belong
I'm grinding the beans a rhythmic steady beat
While the shadows dance around my bare feet
I reach for the shelf in the cabinet high
And see your favorite cup sitting by
The one with the chip that you always loved
Now it's just a ghost I'm dreaming of
I brew a dark roast rich and deep
To wake me from the secrets that I keep
And I'm holding a mug without a match you see
Just a single handle and a memory of we
The coffee's warm but the space is wide
With nowhere for this lonely love to hide
A little bit of honey
A whole lot of blue
Still tasting the morning
But missing you
The steam rises up in a delicate veil
Like a ship at sea with a tattered sail
I sit at the table I stare at the door
Wondering if you'll walk through it anymore
The chair across from me is bathed in gold
Holding the stories that we never told
I could pour it out I could start again
But I like the warmth where your hand has been
It's a peaceful ache a quiet kind of grace
To see your reflection in this empty space
Yeah I'm holding a mug without a match you see
Just a single handle and a memory of we
The coffee's warm but the space is wide
With nowhere for this lonely love to hide
A little bit of honey
A whole lot of blue
Still tasting the morning
But missing you
Bottom of the ceramic
Top of the day
I'll drink my coffee
And find my way
