its too late for coffee and too early for *****

the destruction in me says start the *****

and the destruction in me says brew some coffee

laying there thinking my world is shrinking

and hoping i could just for a second be with you again

in an honest way

not how we were or how we are to say too many words too shortly



that is the secret we share


we have the heart inside of us

that makes use of all the matter we are made of

and i know that the type of heart we have
love and hate differently

we wiggle and hope there is rational
we strain for some sort of situation where everything falls into place

but when it hurts its almost to much to bear

because its everything and its honest

and the lies are the easy part of us

its the drizzle and rain that makes us wonder why we missed on something that should have or could have

at least that's how it is for me and i cant speak for you
sadly that is something we really do have in common

i really was hoping that you were going to stand up and shout at some point but

it was just that smile

just that smile

and some days its all i need
but how it hurts



all i know is whatever happens, happened