Tea Leaves

Tea leaves sit at the bottom of my cup

I hate the taste but I'm sick

You heat it and I hold it, mostly just to warm my hands

I'm more of a hot cocoa kid

You could never swallow pills when you were young

But now you seem to have no problem

Tea leaves sit at the bottom of my cup

You ask me, "Jelly, jam or butter?"

You're busy in the other room doing who knows what

Bread burns but you make another

Smoke from the toast is a breath of fresh air

Teardrops sit at the bottom of my cup

Why does everyone place faith in the future?

Looking for umbrеllas for when the drought is done

Wе found a pretty one on the computer

I don't understand why you hurt you

When you take such good care of me

Am I allowed to be sad about these things?