Coffee isn't good for the heart,
but it seems nothing moves
till I think of a boy with skin like gold
while my heart jumps
and my hands shake
cause I’m drinking all this coffee.
I think it is cowardice to be kind
I should not have let you take me in,
for there are many men that could sweep me off my feet
but I've never met a man who could fly.
I believe you've left me up there to die,
but before my body falls against the earth
I'll try to hold on to anything I can find,
even the old man who spoiled my youth
or the young one who'll bore me,
and once they tire or loosen their grip
I'll settle for warm a cup coffee.
I'll think of you and your simplicity,
your name, and your laugh.
I'll recall the day I looked at you
and marveled at your audacity.
Some nights your skin seemed a faded brown,
warm and misty.
Lately I add two sugars and milk to my coffee.