Coffee stains on dresser drawers,
sprawled out on top of covers,
I don't think I could miss you more,
my one and only secret lover.
We said we knew, it wouldn't last,
and I don't think you're to blame,
but now I lie, with you on mind,
and come to see I'm not the same.
I feel, I am empty,
left saddened and blue,
my once secret lover,
I'm none, without you.