It’s the beginning of the day.
The sunshine breaks into my apartment,
searching for some dialogue,
but all the light finds is a monologue.
I wanted to crawl inside you, to feel you once again.
With your hand on the small of my back,
and all the photos that are on my bulletin board
with tacks, who should stop me now?
It’s not you who’s pushing me away,
in the break of the start of the day.
You’ve wound me up, and spun me around.
You’re the coffee that I can’t keep down.
Don’t you think that you’re leading me on?
I thought you loved me, but maybe I was wrong.
She’s the one that you’ve chosen,
her head’s leaning on your chest,
and I love you nonetheless.
You remind me of coffee cups of tears,
and soup bowls full of all my fears.
It’s something that tells me this is real.
I’m not a dream, or a bottle of emotions.
This is real. You’re here, I’m here.
Who will stop you now?
You kissed my neck, now you’re never around.
You’re the coffee that I can’t keep down.
Don’t you think that you’re leading me on?
I thought you loved me, but maybe I was wrong.
She’s the one that you’ve chosen,
her head’s leaning on your chest,
and I love you nonetheless.
It’s the beginning of the day,
and I know you’ll love me in your own way.
And you don’t know how much it hurts
to see your arms, limp and beautiful,
nowhere near me. It’s over, and
I’m tired of feeling anything, and nothing,
and something so weak.
You wound me up, you spun me around.
Circles, circles, circles, love. I love you.
You’re the coffee that I can’t keep down.
I thought you loved me, but maybe I was wrong.
I thought you loved me, but maybe I was wrong.
I thought you loved me, but maybe I was wrong.
You’re the words that I can never say.