Paper Cup Philosophy

Some truths only show up

At the bottom of a paper cup.

Corner seat, window view

Steam rising, thinking of you

Every sip a quiet pause

Looking back at what love was

Bassline walking slow and wise

Reading truth between the lies

Piano humming soft advice

Every loss has got a price

Paper cup philosophy

Lessons pouring out of me

Every scar becomes a key

To who I’m meant to be

City rushing past the glass

But I let the moment pass

Saxophone just gently bends

Like beginnings after ends

If tomorrow feels unsure

Still this rhythm feels secure

Life is simple as it seems

Coffee, chords, and broken dreams

Paper cup philosophy

Lessons pouring out of me

Every scar becomes a key

To who I’m meant to be

Paper cup philosophy

Lessons pouring out of me

Every scar becomes a key

To who I’m meant to be

Cup is empty, heart is full

Night outside is beautiful