All Routines

I will make the coffee that I know that we won't drink
We'll take a sip or two, and then we'll pour it down the sink
We might laugh about it at the end of the day
All routines have a romance in their own peculiar way

It's just the way the world works, and I promise I will stay
In the morning

You'll take your daily medicine before we leave the house
I know it's not ideal, but it's the way it's working out
I'll tell you all the sweet things that might dance across my mind
I hope you don't get tired of me talking all the time

I'll watch the light peak out around dark curtains in our room
Every morning

When you got sick, I told you, "Everything will be okay."
In a year, we will be laughing when we think of yesterday every morning