Morning sun spills across the floor
Bare feet tiptoe, closing the door
Kettle hums, and I think of you
Like sugar stirred in something true
Your sweater's draped on my old chair
Still smells like rain and midnight air
I play our song on vinyl crackle
The world feels slow, but never fragile
You're my cup of calm, my lazy tune
A quiet hum on a Sunday afternoon
No fireworks, just skies of blue
And all I need is a cup of you
Pages turn while the daylight bends
No rush, no chase, just soft weekends
You laugh, and time forgets to tick
Even silence with you feels thick
We don't need much to feel complete
Just matching steps on sleepy streets
If forever's found in moments small
Then this right here is having it all
You're my cup of calm, my lazy tune
A quiet hum on a Sunday afternoon
No fireworks, just skies of blue
And all I need is a cup of you
So stay awhile, let's brew the day
In stolen hours that drift and sway
Life's a mess, but we pull through
With cozy light... and a cup of you
