Name On The Cup (Four Letters, Still Wrong)

[Intro] (optional) Steam coughs; floor sticky; tip jar judges. [Verse 1] I say my name—four letters, clear, barista nods like “copy, dear.” Marker squeals, foam drips slow, my soul spells right—cup says “No.” [Pre-Chorus] Counter sweat, syrup bruise, mouth goes dry—panic ooze. [Chorus] Name on the cup—four letters, still wrong, latte grave, identity gone. If coffee’s church, then bless this mess— spell me right or curse this press. [Post-Chorus] Ha—HA—sip, flinch—tongue burns—laugh. [Verse 2] Milk skin film like winter scab, straw tastes rubber, lid says “grab.” I raise the cup—crowd reads out: “Who’s ‘URNA’?”—gremlin shout. [Pre-Chorus] I point, I mouth the truth I own; cup says “NOPE”—misnamed clone. [Break / Build] (Barista:) “Next!” (Manager:) “Keep the line moving!” I clutch the cup like birth certificate. [Drop] (Espresso machine screams. Beat slams back; the café answers.) [Verse 3] Frap sludge slides like parking lot, pastry case breathes sugar rot. A fly baptizes caramel sea, I take a gulp—new me, not me. [Bridge / Rap] Left hand shake, right hand sign, spell it clean: four-letter spine. I chant my name—bah-OW—again, marker hiccups—writes “KAREN.” [Verse 4] I taste the burn, I lick the rim, oat milk ghosts kiss fate and sin. I step on pride, I claim the wrong, I wear the cup and sing along. [Double Chorus] Name on the cup—four letters, still wrong, latte grave, identity gone. If coffee’s church, then bless this mess— spell me right or curse this press. Name on the cup—ink smear, cheap crown, I sip my alias, swallow down. Barista shrugs; I tap my chest— this misprint owns me—say it best. [Tag / Outro] (Barista, soft:) “Sorry.” Me: “Same.” Door chime rings like a tiny funeral.