Pour myself a cup of coffee full of sober nights,
Cos nicotine and coffee are my friends in this fight
And you, you keep me warm
You, you keep me warm
All your cigarettes and cup of coffee
It keeps me warm
Believe me I can play games cos I know all the rules,
Believe me I can pretend cos I’ve studied the masks
But I don’t wanna play any theatre for you,
I don’t wanna stage a single piece for you
I need those little love notes,desperate calls,hot venti mocha frappe and random night outs now.NOW. I got all whole and healed – But you don’t show up! And now it’s all ruined because you took so long.So long.I need to rent all the sob opera shows and snug up on the couch.And never get up.Then all my skin cells will fuse with the leather then i’ll be stuck for a decade on that leather couch.A decade watching The Notebook and Moulin Rouge and..
‘You not going to that right?’
