Cup of Coffee - Boot of the Sacred Realm

You tell me you don't love me Over a cup of coffee And I just have to look away A million miles between us Planets crash into dust I just let it fade away I'm walking empty streets Hoping we might meet I see your car parked on the road The light on at your window I know for sure that you're home But I just have to pass on by So no, of course we can't be friends Not while I'm still this obsessed I guess I always knew the score This is how our story ends I smoke your brand of cigarettes And pray that you might give me a call I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls Hanging round bars at night Wishing I had never been born And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home So no, of course we can't be friends Not while I still feel like this I guess I always knew the score This is where our story ends You left behind some clothes My belly somersaults When I pick them off the floor My friends all say they're worried I'm looking far too skinny I've stopped returning all their calls And no of course we can't be friends Not while I'm still so obsessed I want to ask where I went wrong But don't say anything at all It took a cup of coffee To prove that you don't love me

I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the day I'm thinkin' of the lady who got lost along the way And if I don't stop this tremblin' hand from reachin' for the phone I'll be reachin' for the bottle, Lord, before this day is done I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the day The room was filled with laughs as we sang the night away But my sleep was filled with dreaming of the wrongs that I had done The gentle sweet reminder of a daughter and a son Sitting alone, my friends have all gone home You never know when they'll come droppin' in Thinking of girls with their fingers in my curls Too young to understand how love begins I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the dawn The radio is playin' a soft country song And if I don't stop this tremblin' hand from reachin' for the phone I'll be reachin' for the bottle, Lord, before this day is done Sitting alone, my friends have all gone home They never were around when I needed them Thinking of girls with their fingers in my curls Too young to understand how love begins I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the day I'm thinkin' of the lady who got lost along the way And if I don't stop this tremblin' hand from reachin' for the phone I'll be reachin' for the bottle, Lord, before this day is done And if I don't stop this tremblin' hand from reachin' for the phone I'll be reachin' for the bottle, Lord, before this day is done