They brought me his old things, wrapped up in brown Yeah, they brought me his old things, wrapped up in brown Didn't say much — just set 'em down There was coffee in the box, all kinds he used to buy Yeah, coffee in the box, all kinds he used to buy Now the smell of it just makes me cry There was that grinder too, the one he liked to use Yes, that grinder too, the one he liked to use Took me three tries — now I got no excuse I don't drink it much — never liked the taste No, I don't drink it much — never liked the taste But I brew it slow — like he never left this place Mornings ain't the same, silence fills the floor Mornings ain't the same, silence fills the floor I grind it fresh — but I don't know what for 'Cause it smells like him — every cup I make Yeah, it smells like him — every breath I take Don't need sugar, don't need cream Just a little ache
