Cold mornings on my own

Verse 1

Half a plate of scrambled eggs

Coffee's gone lukewarm before I take a sip

You used to steal my toast and laugh

Now the mornings don't taste like much of anything

Pre-Chorus

I set two mugs out on the counter

Then I put one back and that's the part that hurts the most

I whisper funny things to no one

And nobody's there to call me slow

Chorus

Cold mornings on my own

The kitchen's quiet where your humming used to go

No little jokes across the table

No little kisses when the bread pops low

Cold mornings and I'm learning

To cook for one without your side of the show

Verse 2

The orange juice is still half full

And I can't bring myself to pour it out

Your favourite syrup's on the shelf

And I memorize the label like a photograph

Pre-Chorus

I set two forks down on the counter

Then I clear one off and that's the part that stings

I start a story with your name in it

Then I finish it to no one listening

Chorus

Cold mornings on my own

The kitchen's quiet where your humming used to go

No little jokes across the table

No little kisses when the bread pops low

Cold mornings and I'm learning

To cook for one without your side of the show

Bridge

Sun comes up through the window

But it doesn't hit the same way twice

Used to be your laugh on the syrup lid

Now it's just the morning light

Chorus

Cold mornings on my own

The kitchen's quiet where your humming used to go

No little jokes across the table

No little kisses when the bread pops low

Cold mornings and I'm learning

To cook for one without your side of the show

Hook

Mm, mm-hmm

Mm, mm-hmm

Mm, mm-hmm