I saw her again today.
She's a strange little girl.
She lives in my mug, I see her every night.
Today she looks shy.
She glances around nervously.
She doesn't belong here, and it really shows.

when I see her tomorrow,
she might smile back at me.
Tomorrow she'll seem to enjoy living in my mug.
Maybe she's just acting...
Or maybe it's not who I think...
This one was inside, fighting to get out.

Only to be trapped in my mug.
That's not a safe place.
Cuz whether I'm on top of the world,
Or crawling from the gutter, trying to forget.
I always check up on her.
Try to swallow her up.
I can never do it though, she's always with me.

Maybe that's a good thing
Watching her reminds me,
It's kinda lonly in my mug...
I think I'll come out for a while.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Mayan, in the year 312 AF.