I can still taste it the shot I've always loved; the espresso that gave a rush. By the window, let's not beat around the bush, this is a never ending stash; hush, intoxicated, drawn into you. In the end, its aftertaste killed me, in silence. I felt so high; light, afloat -- empty. Over a coffee, eyes on me you left my heart beating into thin line; now I'll let it sleep Until I'm ready for another shot.