Relationships at the Coffee Table
Just a nice little metaphorical poem. Like the name?
The cup sits next to them.
They both want to drink from this mug.
But it’s too hard to think of the pain after the love.
Why should they have to only name the bad and not the fun?
He’ been pulling on the crane but she’s too scared to tug.
Sitting right next to each other in a 'happy frame' and just say bye and hug.
Alone now at home.
He stays next to the phone in anticipation of her specialized ring tone.
She sits by the blue screen.
She doesn’t want to be mean.
And she doesn’t want to ruin the dream.
Wants it all again but the friendship can’t end.
They want everything but they forgot that beggars can’t be choosers.
Going about life as if they’re really happy hanging out with other losers.
If that chick wasn’t her friend she’d probably shoot her.
Always ending up back to the beginning.
At that table with the cup of coffee and rendering.
So god damn afraid to even face it.
It burned his tongue last time so how could he taste it this time?
She knew this wasn’t the basic cup of tyme.
No one likes coffee with no cubes of sugar.
It should be a crime how she hides her feelings so she can be ‘fine’.
He’s no better.
He always use to let her stay out no matter what the weather.
But now even if the wind picks up a feather, he calls her to make certain she in bed for sure.
Killing each other’s mind set.
He won’t forget most of all the close bets.
He let her down for a second and she took the drink to another place.
Shook his head in disgrace.
How he watched the phase brake the base that held the glass vase.
Shattered on the ground.
Exactly how the separation went down.
Now they were both gonna watch the cup of coffee go to waste.
The cup sits next to them.
They both want to drink from this mug.
But it’s too hard to think of the pain after the love.
Why should they have to only name the bad and not the fun?
He’ been pulling on the crane but she’s too scared to tug.
Sitting right next to each other in a 'happy frame' and just say bye and hug.
Alone now at home.
He stays next to the phone in anticipation of her specialized ring tone.
She sits by the blue screen.
She doesn’t want to be mean.
And she doesn’t want to ruin the dream.
Wants it all again but the friendship can’t end.
They want everything but they forgot that beggars can’t be choosers.
Going about life as if they’re really happy hanging out with other losers.
If that chick wasn’t her friend she’d probably shoot her.
Always ending up back to the beginning.
At that table with the cup of coffee and rendering.
So god damn afraid to even face it.
It burned his tongue last time so how could he taste it this time?
She knew this wasn’t the basic cup of tyme.
No one likes coffee with no cubes of sugar.
It should be a crime how she hides her feelings so she can be ‘fine’.
He’s no better.
He always use to let her stay out no matter what the weather.
But now even if the wind picks up a feather, he calls her to make certain she in bed for sure.
Killing each other’s mind set.
He won’t forget most of all the close bets.
He let her down for a second and she took the drink to another place.
Shook his head in disgrace.
How he watched the phase brake the base that held the glass vase.
Shattered on the ground.
Exactly how the separation went down.
Now they were both gonna watch the cup of coffee go to waste.