Cold coffee reminds me of our past.
Our bittersweet past.

Warm coffee reminds me of our love.
Full of hope and new beginnings.

I look into your eyes:
They tell me something you don't want me to know.
I know how it goes.
I don't listen anymore.

Maybe we'll go out for breakfast
or talk about it in our sleep.
Maybe we'll meet again when life gets hard to do

On another planet, I loved you before.
On another planet, our coffee was warm.