Pre-Chorus Crumbs fall down, Tea and cake make my day Just one more, just one more (that’s what I always say ) Just one more, just one more to get me through today Verse 1 Bourbon creams smell sweet and sad Like every good thing, I’ve ever had Chorus Every crumb tastes like mercy Every mercy has a cost I’m counting tiny pleasures while I’m counting what I’ve lost Verse 2 Rich tea says “sorry” twice For being plain and not so nice Just one more, just one more to get me through today Chorus Every crumb tastes like mercy Every mercy has a cost I’m counting tiny pleasures while I’m counting what I’ve lost Verse 3 One cracked wafer learned to write Poems about butter in candlelight, These ginger snaps lean against custard creams like tired travellers who believed in better weather. A shortbread stares at the ceiling wondering if it was meant for greatness…..or just tea.
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