if your coffee could talk to you. written on a cold bench as i drank shitty gas station coffee. sorry for only putting my lips on your edges when i was tired.
lyrics
it's 5 a.m.
yr tired
that's the only time
you seem to want me.
whether it's alone
in yr bedroom
under the sheets
or it's with yr friends
in a crowded cafe,
it's only when yr tired.
when yr awake,
you won't put yr lips on my edges.
yr too busy touching over lovers,
rummaging through papers,
calling yr friends,
laughing.
you seem to forget who woke you up.
who made you warm.
and tomorrow you will be tired again
and i will still let you
put yr lips
on my edges
though i know
when yr awake
you won't need me.
but
my heart is bigger
than my head.
i am
so so warm,
and you are
so so cold.
cold enough to use me.
i - warm enough to not care.
because
you are so much happier
when
yr awake.
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021