Fingers in Rain

(hummmm) I wrote down your coffee order in my head

Medium roast, oat milk,

splash of sweet instead

Of all the things I should have saved

It's the only habit that remained

(ahhhh) And now I stand in line alone Staring at my quiet

phone

Wondering if you still drink it cold

But I lost the manual to your heart

Only kept the useless little parts

Like how you laugh when you get tired And how we let

the embers fade to fire

I passed the corner shop on Second Avenue

Almost ordered two but remembered it was only you

Who liked the bitter and the sweet conjoined

Now I'm just counting out the spare

coins

Just a coffee order And nothing else

useful left of us

(ooh, mm-mm)