I met you at a local coffee shop,
Lazy Eye by Silversun Pickups was
playing in the little shop,
and I noticed you taping your foot to the beat.
We talked, and I swear I saw the sun in your eyes.
We hung out behind an abandoned building
after our cold cup of coffee.
You pulled out a killer
and you inhaled the sinful smoke.
You told me that I was different from
the other people you have met.
I told you made me feel like iniquity.
Months later, I visited that same old coffee shop.
I was alone this time.
I miss your presence,
but I know you're in good hands.
That girl who now owns your heart
is one lucky girl.
Now when I drink coffee,
I feel so cynical.
And I blame you.
