I have never felt more alone, gripping this coffee mug,
sat up in the center of my queen sized bed.
And it never gets old, choosing the cutest coffee mug that no one will see me drink out of.
I could just sip from a plastic cup but I don't think I'm ready to give the act up.
I have never felt more alone, microwaving cool coffee in a cute mug.
Because, the truth is I could only drink from Styrofoam,
But the roses painted on the warm ceramic in my hand make me feel like the kind of girl you'd wanna lay in bed with all day,
So, for now, I won't have any,
I'll just keep it warm
until you call to say you're on your way.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
I have never felt more alone, gripping this coffee mug,
sat up in the center of my queen sized bed.
And it never gets old, choosing the cutest coffee mug that no one will see me drink out of.
I could just sip from a plastic cup but I don't think I'm ready to give the act up.
I have never felt more alone, microwaving cool coffee in a cute mug.
Because, the truth is I could only drink from Styrofoam,
But the roses painted on the warm ceramic in my hand make me feel like the kind of girl you'd wanna lay in bed with all day,
So, for now, I won't have any,
I'll just keep it warm
until you call to say you're on your way.
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