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"Morning"
I bite my blackened nails as you pour the coffee
today will be the day you tell me your secrets
speak softly in my ear about days gone by
I listen but I'm in my head and I only hear what I want to hear
spill the truth on the rug and I'll cover it up
I've always been good at things like that...
how many times have you told me you need me?
I can see rain through the blinds and it makes me mellow
sip, sip, stir, drink...
the coffee tastes like memories
black, bitter, fading away with time
something told me to ignore you
but you know me... I took you in
and you held me high...too high
oh well pass the milk...
