You and the Coffee
Dark, wet, very quiet There is no you There is no one In this town, after the rain I’m all alone Black, hot, a little bit bitter I’m sitting on the corner of the room Looking at the window Wish you were there Watching me from a distance Coming to closer And knocking at my door Share a cup of coffee that I’m holding Like we used to And now You are more bitter than the coffee
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