You are my coffee
Bitter at first
But then I sink in
And let you fill me with energy
With your smile
And your hair
And your lips
And your whole existence
Why do the simplest things make me happy?
Well, you see, it’s not so simple
When you’re losing track of reality
And you’re wasting your time
Thinking that he,
Of all people,
Would find me lovely
And wonderful
And beautiful
When he won’t even bother to wave