I had hot tea the morning you called
To tell me your love was gone.
The kettle was on the fire before I even picked up the phone.
When there’s heartbreak, there’s always chamomile to calm your nerves.
A warm cup is the next best thing to rest your hands on—
To stable yourself
When the ground beneath you falls through.
Our love is gone.
A pinch to wake yourself up,
A cup of tea to get yourself going.
My winters are too cold,
Without you to warm me up,
My love is gone.
So I thank God for hot tea.