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