[Intro]
[Two bars of sustained bass]
[Glockenspiel enters]
[Drums come in late]
[Verse 1]
Your cup is still in my sink.
Blue one.
The one with the little crack
near the handle.
I keep washing around it.
Don’t know why.
Maybe because throwing it out
would make something official.
And I’m not ready
for official.
Your hoodie’s gone.
Your charger’s gone.
Your side of the wardrobe
looks too clean now.
But that cup...
still sits there
like it pays rent.
I laugh at myself.
Then I don’t.
[Pre-Chorus]
Funny how a whole person leaves
and the smallest things
stay loud.
[Chorus]
YOUR CUP IN MY SINK.
YOUR NAME IN MY PHONE.
YOUR SHADOW IN ROOMS
YOU DON’T LIVE IN NO MORE.
YOUR CUP IN MY SINK.
I SHOULD THROW IT AWAY.
BUT SOME THINGS TAKE LONGER
THAN PEOPLE
TO LEAVE A PLACE.
So I leave it there.
For now.
[Verse 2]
My friends say:
“You look better.”
Maybe I do.
I sleep more.
I eat properly.
I stopped checking
when you were online.
That part took weeks.
I even changed the sheets.
That felt stupidly hard.
Like I was erasing
the shape of something
that had already left.
I went out Friday.
Had a good time.
Really.
Not fake-good.
Not “post a picture
so everybody knows I’m fine” good.
Actually good.
Then I came home,
turned on the kitchen light,
and there you were.
Not you.
The cup.
Still there.
[Chorus]
YOUR CUP IN MY SINK.
YOUR NAME IN MY PHONE.
YOUR SHADOW IN ROOMS
YOU DON’T LIVE IN NO MORE.
YOUR CUP IN MY SINK.
I SHOULD THROW IT AWAY.
BUT SOME THINGS TAKE LONGER
THAN PEOPLE
TO LEAVE A PLACE.
So I leave it there.
For now.
[Verse 3]
I don’t want you back.
That’s the strange part.
I know what broke.
I know why we ended.
I know love
doesn’t fix everything
just because it was real.
But missing somebody
and wanting them back
are not the same thing.
Nobody tells you that.
Sometimes you miss
how they said your name.
The way they opened the fridge
and stared inside
like new food might appear.
The little arguments.
The stupid jokes.
The silence
that used to feel safe.
You can miss all that
and still know
you shouldn’t reopen the door.
[Bridge]
[Drums drop out]
[Cello only]
Maybe healing
isn’t deleting.
Maybe it’s remembering
without reaching.
Maybe it’s seeing the cup
and one day...
feeling nothing.
[Beat returns softly]
[Final Chorus]
YOUR CUP IN MY SINK.
BUT NOT FOR MUCH LONGER.
YOUR NAME IN MY PHONE.
BUT IT DOESN’T FEEL STRONGER.
YOUR CUP IN MY SINK.
I PICK IT UP TODAY.
I STAND THERE FOR A SECOND...
THEN PUT IT IN A BOX
WITH THE REST
OF WHAT I COULDN’T THROW AWAY.
Not because I want you back.
Not because I’m waiting.
Just because some endings
need somewhere to sit
before they become
the past.
[Outro]
[Single rim click]
Kitchen looks strange
without it.
...
Better.
Just strange.
