I drink my coffee in the morning black
With only little sugar
Just like when you showed up at that door
With flowers of my favorite colors
And said that it didn't mean anything;
It was bittersweet.
I drink my coffee in the morning every day
Even if I know I'm not pathologically allowed to
That's the thing about forbidden things
It gives the tickle and angst I so love
Just like how I'm still in love when I'm not supposed to be;
It's dangerous.
I drink my coffee in the morning with sighs of longing
There are papers of regret, then lonely sentiments
And when I was just about to fall
Into the depths of your indecisive love
I'm stuck, the stiffened sugar glued to my feet;
I can't get out.
I drink my coffee in the morning black with little sugar every day
With sighs of longing, papers of regret, then lonely sentiments
And my daily morning coffees taste just like you.
