tears in my coffee

you slammed the door over my hopes
you locked them in
tied with strong ropes
to what has been
if you’d looked back
you would have seen
the ropes were loose
you, my ex queen

i’ve got tears in my coffee
and they won’t go
why i still drink it
i don’t know

my wounds get better
day by day
my clouds scatter
fading away
but words won’t come to me
like they used to come
when love made us be
to music, dad and mom

i’ve got tears in my coffee
and they won’t go
why i still drink it
i don’t know

i’m learning now to live alone
if thirsty, i will drink my sweat
if hungry, i will eat my bone
if horny, i will fuck regret
but if it’s music what i’ll need
you left me with no other choice
than have a hit of weedest weed
and play guitar without a voice

{humming&guitar solo}