Verse 1: B Abm tea leaves sit at the bottom of my cup Gb B i hate the taste but im sick Abm You heat it and I hold it mostly just to warm my hands Gb B I'm more of a hot cocoa kid G You could never swallow pills when you were young Em But now you seem to have no problem Verse 2: B Abm Tea leaves sit at the bottom of my cup Gb B You ask me "Jelly, jam, or butter?" Abm You're busy in the other room doing who knows what Gb Bm Bread burns but you make another B Em Smoke from the toast is a breath of fresh air Verse 3: B E Teardrops sit at the bottom of my cup Gb B Why does everyone place faith in the future? E Looking for umbrellas for when the drought is done Gb Abm We found a pretty one on the computer Outro: Em I don't understand why you hurt you Em When you take such good care of me Abm Am I allowed to be sad about these things?
