I'm drinking from that chip thing
The warmth of faded logo
You used to hide it in the back
Behind the good ones
It doesn't match the others It doesn't hold the heat right
But here I am at the kitchen sink
Using it every morning
You always said you'd toss it out
With the things we didn't need
Now it's mine to keep or break
And I can't do either
There's a crack along the handle
From when I dropped it once
You put it back together
I said we'd get rid of it soon
You always said you'd toss it out
With the things we didn't need
Now it's mine to keep or break
And I can't do either
I guess it's what I'm left with This ugly thing that holds the tea
The smallest,
saddest freedom Choosing what stays with me
I'm drinking from that chip thing
The one you couldn't stand
But still you're on the counter Right where I left it