It's become a tradition
Good days bad days
Good weather bad weather
No matter the season
A few cups of coffee later
My focus has returned
Cigarette will follow
A short walk in the cold
You on my mind
A life I'll never have
Her my future
No one seems to be apart of
I'm truly alone
Even though I hate it
I've grown accustomed to it
I know I'll have these small cups
As a constant reminder
It's the small things in life
I either enjoy now
Or envy later on