caffeine and smoke may fuel an addiction
poetry may soothe an aching soul
but in the early hours of the morning
i can't seem to find a cure

i haven't graced you with a smile recently
and you said i haven't laughed for days
i'm tangled inside of this constant thought
mi vida, i'm sorry my happiness can't be bought

i'm drenched in recurring memories even as i sleep
it's raining in my mind... and outside
today's going to be black, and blue, and grey
it's taken so long to get here... to the end of may

i speak of you, with such high regard
contemplate your steps through a normal day
for you, anything to bring me in even closer
and pray to anything, anyone, that i won't think of her

caffeine and smoke may fuel an addiction
poetry may soothe an aching soul
but in the early hours of the morning
i can't seem to find a cure

a weary mind, a sick stomach, a lack of words
i'm a coward