Plain oatmeal and coffee
Don't taste the same anymore,
blankets and cold feet
I no longer feel...
Mornings...

Plain oatmeal and coffee
Used to be the highlight of my day,
kitchen sounds, soft music... laughter
they no longer exist...

Plain oatmeal and coffee
cold kitchen floor
messy hairs up in a bun...
Memories...

Plain oatmeal and coffee
your soft skin
reading books at the table
Your eyes looking at mine
All that is gone...

Plain oatmeal and coffee...
The taste is now bitter
The smell makes my stomach ache...
the sounds of the kitchen... they hurt

And even though I pray
For all of it to vanish from my brain,
Plain oatmeal and coffee
Is all that I wish for again...