I am used to attract, but I am not used to find. You can find me in workbench .

They ate up all my sugar. Now I'm hiding in the cellar. But when you bring me out to share, Your guests agree, I'm stellar!

I can save, but I cannot read. People use me to remember.

With my many layers, I can bring you to tears. I'm usually sharp but I can be sweet.

Some white men in green suits, a bunch breaking bread As time goes by, a yellow dye pervades their garments threads Then longer still, their coffee spills and stains them all with brown Before too long those friends have gone, I ran them out of town