I cried at Costco
When I saw the saffron
'Cause I know you bought it
The last time we went
You said that it was worth it
For special occasions
To spend a buck more than
You'd usually spend
Now it sits in the cabinet
And nobody has it
'Cause how could an occasion be special
Without you
You
I thought all I wanted
Was Maker hot chocolate
But when the barista said
That couldn't happen
I threw a tantrum on Warren Street
Clenched my hands, stomped my feet
Until I realized all that I wanted
Was you
You
It's a grief storm
You never know when it's coming
It hits you like a freight train
You'll never outrun it
You spiral and shake
You bend til you break
You've gotta give in
No matter when
It hits you
You