She makes a *** of coffee like it'll help her sleep
and chain smokes at the kitchen table.
The smoke dancing off her cigarette fades
more gracefully than her love for him
and it's all she can do to keep from crying
over the fact that they're out of sugar.
It has nothing to do with grocery shopping.

She laughs alone most of the time.
Before she knows it she's lost in the dark again
and the only one she wants to save her
doesn't have a flashlight.

The ring on his finger might as well be strangling her
as she lights another cigarette and hopes for the worst.
They say you can't choose who you love, but what if
you can't love who you choose?

It hurts to think of the pain it would cause
and **** if she'll not regret it for the rest of her life
if she makes the wrong decision and does the right thing.

She lights another cigarette and realizes
she's almost out of time.
She can't help but wonder if something's a mistake
if you do it on purpose.
She lights another cigarette and notices
she never turned the coffee *** on
and the sugar bowl is still empty.