I shouldn't be up this late
I have work in the morning
I hate my boss
I hate my job
I'd quit if I didn't need the money
But I can't stop the drinking
And I can't shake the feeling
Of you on my lips
I'm cursed forever
With the taste of your kiss
And your hands on my hips

I need someoone to help
Did I tell you I'm drinking
I hate this taste
I say hate too much
Is that why you left me lonely
But I can't stop the drinking
And I can't shake the feeling
Of being alone
I'll guess I'll get use to this
Or at least try
  
Everything feels so strange
And I know I am up too late
But
I'm smoking the buds of your cigarettes
Just to be where your lips have been
I'm only doing this all because I think that I need it
It's as close as I can get to you

Yeah as close as I can get
(As close as I'll ever be)
As close I can get to you

I'm smoking the buds of your cigarettes
The ones you left in the ash tray
During our last conversation
I'm wearing your t shirts
I'm listening to your favorite mix tape
I'm only doing this all because I think that I need it
It's as close as I can get to you

When they come to me to tell me about their love
broken fresh;
I just listen
sipping Cappuccino
with the taste that lingers long.

Then I sip again
before the last taste fades away.
You don't really know when exactly does it end.
The sip and fading away blend so natural.

You fall for someoone
and when it's fading away
you sip again.

The tastebud is ever so busy
Coffee makes you alive
so does love

maybe it's not about
the person you love,
it's just about love.

i still luv you...i doo..but from the looks of it were through...neva plan your life with someoone
tht young ,unless your 4 sure or certain tht he's the one....i neva thought seeing yu with
anotha girl...this time will hurt this much...but i have seem to lost all trust...the gurl
is different from me...and thtz true but i neva thought that we would be through
this soon...hoping tht i was gonna be the one yu call boo...but by the looks of it now...
im fooled...

Your smell always seemed to linger in the seams of her favorite pair of jeans
Not matter how many times she tried to wash them, she could ever seem to erase, back track or wash away that smell
She continues in hope that the memory of the day you broke open the only thing she felt belong to her will fade with the bruises on her inner thigh
At 7:15  on a school night, you turned ****** Mary into a victim
Beat her face black and blue until you discharged white
Age tried to substitute **** for forced entry because she never thought "****" would land in her vocabulary
Such a word burned rolling off her tongue
Between her legs she remembers seeing a blood trail
She thought it would be the red carpet to heaven if she stopped trying to be strong enough, stopped trying to fight this beastly creature
That man died a month ago
Yet the sound of my voice screaming for my legs echoes in my head when I'm locked in a room with someoone
I'm afraid of locked doors and side glances, dark rooms give **** chances,
I'm shaking in my own skin