Cope - Stephanie Mabey

She polished every piece of silverware

Straighten out the kitchen chairs

Saying I’m so close, but I’m not there yet

She gets her grief to hide behind

Napkin rings and vacuum lines

He’s not coming home but the table’s all set

Sometimes life is such a disaster

And until we find the piece that we’re after

Oh, we all cope

Everybody’s got their ways

I know I’ve got mine

At the back of Monday’s matinee

There’s a man with failure on his face

Saying I’m so close, it’s like a joke now

He’s got a ticket stub in his suit

For each dead end job interview

Like he’s collecting reasons for laughing out loud

You know any minute, things could get better

And for now we hold our pieces together

Oh, we all cope

Everybody’s got their ways

Yeah, I know I’ve got mine

Oh, the blinds are closed

You’re doing anything it takes

To get you through the night

We all need hope

And until we’re there

We cope

We’re just seconds from

Sunrise

We’re holding on

Through dark skies

Until we feel that light

Yeah, we all cope

Oh, the blinds are closed

You’re doing anything it takes

To get you through the night

We all need hope

And until we’re there

We cope

She polished every piece of silverware

Straightened out the kitchen chairs

Saying I’m so close, but I’m not there yet