Only when she's not around,
I find my heart cut out through my soul,
She always cuts me deep,
her love is bitter to my tongue
Sweet to my lips.
I feel stranded in an empty town,
far from my home, away from her ground.
So down in my weakness,
find my strength in the sips that I taste.
Grab hold of the back of my throat,
cutting the air. She causes me to choke.
Feels so warm inside,
down to my heart, around my pride.
She's much my weakness,
confessing my secrets to this black body mistress.
She called me every morning.
Then my lips ran dry,
far from a taste; or scent of her flavour.
She brought me pleasure,
far from enough, a feeling lasts till forever.
When will we be back together,
two thousand years since I've had a taste.
You've been gone for far too long,
miss how we met every morning.
And I swear my taste buds are calling,
I can't help myself from burning,
and I'm out here only yearning.
The craving yearn for her,
how it constantly burns.
I miss my cup of black grounded coffee.
