[Verse] She walks in with that new tattoo, Like she’s got nothing left to prove. I’m behind the steam and the grind, Drifting in a freelance kind of mood. [Pre-Chorus] I catch the way her eyes no longer meet, But I still know just what she needs. [Chorus] Hearts on the lid, just for you, Drawn with a smile, but it’s nothing new. A little ink for the morning blues, Hearts on the lid, like I’m making do. Yeah, hearts on the lid, just for you. [Verse] She orders black, no sugar, no cream, Says the break-up’s now her daily theme. I sketch a heart like it’s some secret code, Playing barista, the love episode. [Pre-Chorus] She laughs at the little flaw in the art, Guess it’s my way of healing a broken heart. [Chorus] Hearts on the lid, just for you, Drawn with a smile, but it’s nothing new. A little ink for the morning blues, Hearts on the lid, like I’m making do. Yeah, hearts on the lid, just for you. [Bridge] Maybe it’s irony, maybe it’s chance, In this café dance, we find romance. Or maybe just the way I’m passed the time, In these little hearts, I make you mine. [Chorus] Hearts on the lid, just for you, Drawn with a smile, but it’s nothing new. A little ink for the morning blues, Hearts on the lid, like I’m making do. Yeah, hearts on the lid, just for you. [Outro] Hearts on the lid, always for you, A quiet joke in the morning queue.