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Tea Over Koffee
A peculiar event
To be spilling tea over a cup of coffee
About someone I genuinely thought loved me
Waking up to nicotine and echoing vacancy
Exhaling my mind to reveal your twisted ride
Sticking around during your highest tide
Disregarding your flaws and seeing to your core
Passion, spark, and fire
The sweetest and saddest crier
Turning out to only be there to keep me warm
I thought decency was uniform
Winter is crippling and lonely
My heart and I were over feeling numb
My fingertips on your skin after conversation and too much rum
Then the sun peaked and made me run for shelter
I did everything in my power to make you feel better
Asking the cards and still playing the fool
Time is a concept that doesn’t cost money but change is meant to be spent
So they say, fate is for the things that are meant
Giving so much, being your window and your pain
I know I don’t smoke, I can explain
Once I’m clenching another boge
My glass is running low but I can’t bare another substance
To your well that I kept pouring
Wishing you well in your darkness and mourning
I’ll consider this closure for now darling
Life without love is defeating
But, love without life is depleting
Another thing on the list to start grieving
I hope you don’t ruin another care sitter
I can’t tell whose drink is tasting more bitter
To be spilling tea over a cup of coffee
About someone I genuinely thought loved me
Waking up to nicotine and echoing vacancy
Exhaling my mind to reveal your twisted ride
Sticking around during your highest tide
Disregarding your flaws and seeing to your core
Passion, spark, and fire
The sweetest and saddest crier
Turning out to only be there to keep me warm
I thought decency was uniform
Winter is crippling and lonely
My heart and I were over feeling numb
My fingertips on your skin after conversation and too much rum
Then the sun peaked and made me run for shelter
I did everything in my power to make you feel better
Asking the cards and still playing the fool
Time is a concept that doesn’t cost money but change is meant to be spent
So they say, fate is for the things that are meant
Giving so much, being your window and your pain
I know I don’t smoke, I can explain
Once I’m clenching another boge
My glass is running low but I can’t bare another substance
To your well that I kept pouring
Wishing you well in your darkness and mourning
I’ll consider this closure for now darling
Life without love is defeating
But, love without life is depleting
Another thing on the list to start grieving
I hope you don’t ruin another care sitter
I can’t tell whose drink is tasting more bitter
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