Coffee Boy
You make me want to like coffee
I hate the taste but I like the way you make it sound
Three sips in and your breath smells awful
But it makes me want to kiss you more
You make me a hot cup on late nights
I take it so I can talk to you a little more
My hands are jittery and it`s bitter
But your smile is so soft I drink it all
You bring me a cup when my mother`s in the hospital
One for me and one for my sister, scalding hot
I`m so nervous I can`t taste it
But you held my hand and that was warmer
You tell me you love coffee but you love me more
As I lay in your bed looking at a bottle of prescription pills
The doctor had given me them that morning
I`m terrified but I want to get better
Because I love you
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