[Intro]
[Five soft piano notes circle a low cello tone; no drums are present.]

[Verse 1]
The cup wore a ring where the heat had withdrawn,
The blinds held the gray of an unfinished dawn.
Three cans by the keyboard reflected the screen,
Silver and hollow, too bright to look clean.
I opened a message and typed, “Are you awake?”
Then watched the words tremble under their weight.
I changed it to, “Sorry, one question from work,”
Then closed it before the blue send arrow stirred.

[Refrain]
Cold coffee communion, the cup and the chair,
The cans form a circle; no one else is there.
Cold coffee communion, no blessing, no bread,
Only steam that has vanished and words left unsaid.

[Verse 2]
Your name in the contact list stayed near the top;
My thumb crossed the glass, then ordered it: stop.
What sentence could carry the weight of the week
Without making terror of all I might speak?
“I’m tired” was harmless. “I’m lost” sounded wide.
“I’m frightened by thoughts I keep pushing aside.”
I wrote every version, then cleared every one;
The screen kept its calm when the language was gone.

[Refrain]
Cold coffee communion, the cup and the chair,
The cans form a circle; no one else is there.
Cold coffee communion, no blessing, no bread,
Only steam that has vanished and words left unsaid.

[Instrumental Break]
[Solo cello carries the vocal melody while clean guitar harmonics answer from a separate, narrow room.]

[Bridge]
The cup did not ask me to soften the fact.
The chair did not tell me how others might react.
The cans did not promise that pressure would cease.
They only stood empty and offered no peace.
I wanted a witness who would not look away,
But feared what a witness might ask me to say.

[Choir]
Say one true thing.
Let one word land.
Give it a voice.
Give it a hand.

[Final Refrain]
Cold coffee communion, the cup and the chair,
The cans form a circle—but I whisper your name there.
Cold coffee communion, no blessing, no bread,
One message waiting, written out but unsent.
The steam will not return, and the night will not mend,
But the cursor remains at the sentence’s end.

[Outro]
[The developer’s three-note motif is played once by warm cello instead of synthesizer.]

Are you awake?
I leave the words there.
The cup is cold.
The message is bare.