Caffeine Being

In your metamorphosis I've found that you've been sifted straight to grounds

but to replace our A-B hits and fits and

midnight tricks followed by

cop car lights lit

is much like watering down

coffee

but I'll choose to take those sips so I take

one for the taste

one for the high

one for guilt free trips during 2nd period to the girls bathroom

and in three sips

I've fulfilled everything with innocence

but innocence doesn't leave a mark

and innocent

wasn't what you were

and being innocent can't tear down christmas lights on 53rd street at 3am for no other reason but to say we did and to say we did it together

but

who am I to disturb external forces

with my rhythmic manifestations to a personal God who only puts me in favor

when it's deserved

but is it my fault

for having tasted something that I swear only exists on some

uncharted astronomical coordinates and

is it my fault

for having tasted 1/4th cup rain water and 3/4ths cup regret

so is it my fault

for only asking for what makes the lady at the cafe counter cringe and

in your metamorphosis, I've found my own

and found it

slightly sweeter

slightly less drug induced

yet slightly less symmetrical to yours than I had hoped

and although I'll live without the hits and **** we did

just for kicks

it's hard to shed the addiction, of Americas favorite morning

fix.

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