The Tea Song Quiet Hollers

I over-brewed my tea
I let my toast go cold
The morning after the night somebody started a fight
That let their love go cold

You wouldn't look at me
I knew that somebody told
The morning after the night somebody shriveled and died
And someone else got big and bold

I'm in love for the first time
This time I know that it is real
In spite of every other last time
And I can't change the way I feel

I over-brewed my tea
And then I stubbed my toe (ouch)
The morning after the evening
That you left me freezing
Out there in the cold

You did it all for me... (that's what you said)
They must have broke that mold when they made you, honey
The morning after the evening in question
Was a sunrise of butterflies and gold