Coffee
and
cigarettes
the truth clenching
my chest.

So I'll take it to
the dock
and leave them there
then these white lies
can greet you at the door.

There's nothing left
to explore.
When I hand feed you
what's real,
and what can't be.

You let your
mind playing games
and I'm playing Jack's
behind your back
telling to look away.

Go back to the door
where my white lies
will call your name -
the protection you
so need,
because the truth is
things unseen.

I keep it buried
in this coffee,
that whispers,
my guilt
heavy enough for two
maybe three or four

My salvations waiting
at that door.

but I'm a single man
so it's really
not that bad.

No matter what I tell you,
late at night on those same docks-
you and me we just can't see
the same pictures,
or the writing on the walls

I hide the truth
behind this cigarette
no matter how
much the cherry burns
I'll kiss your forehead
taking you back to the door
where my white lies
will sing you lullabies
so you won't cry
and I can continue to
live this double life.

A faithful husband
and a blind wife.

But I always return
to the place I started,
where we departed
even when I still hold your
heart in my hands.

Kissing strangers you don't see.
Laying with girls you can not know
cause if you did the
curtain would fall.

Like a record player
hitting that note
in the final song

Let me listen
on repeat,
with this lying coffee
and tattle tailing cigarette

I'll ignore this pain in my chest.
Keep you an ignorant wife
and the ******-
they'll never know
I'm paying one last
visit to the docks.

Stilling here 5 months later
and now I'm drinking tea.