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Song Lyrics

Dear Mayor
Cruise Control
The Ballad of Amy and Tim
Black Tattoo
windowpain
Invisible
April Fool
Katarina
Days Without Her
The Letter Song
24
Amazing Grace
A Boy Left Out in the Rain
To Warm Me Up
Somewhere, Anywhere
Hit, Shoot, Rape, Kill
Sharks
Read, Forget, Erase
For Violet
Caffeine

All lyrics by Matthew Webber

Dear Mayor

Dearest mayor, wherever you are
Dancing on the ashes, burning down the bar
Dearest mayor, we know what you are
You can run, you cannot get far

She is clutching dollar bills, she is thinking we believe
She didn't start the fire with the embers on her sleeve
Enemies to pin the crime are evidence she leaves
Sheriff's in her pocket, did he pocket the debris?
Businessmen and bankers guaranteed the last election
When she's under fire, that's when she needs their protection
She never answers questions

When telephoned the mayor declined to comment on the allegations

It's not just legislation our dearest mayor abuses
When the people try to speak, our dearest mayor refuses
Pity no one doubts her capable of such a skill
There was an arson at the downtown bar and grill
Broken glass, a pile of trash, a curious collection
Is the mayor a criminal or just a politician?
This is not a question

When telephoned the mayor declined to comment on the allegations

We have no proof, we could be wrong
Can she explain the sparklers on her lawn?
We have no proof, we could be wrong
She'll get burned, she's burned us all along

Dearest mayor, wherever you are
Dancing on the ashes, burning down the bar
Dearest mayor, we know what you are
You can run, you cannot get far

She continues governing, she continues not to listen
She's too goddamn connected, no one dares draft a petition
Someone out there knows the truth, someone knows who did it
Prison time or payout, either way the bitch is gonna get it
Watch her at the podium, notice her reflection
She is spinning fables now, it doesn't take too much detection
Did she do it? That's the question

When telephoned the mayor declined to comment on the allegations

She'll get burned, she has never said we're wrong
She'll get burned, she will never say we're wrong
She'll get burned, she's burned us all along

Dearest mayor, wherever you are
Dancing on the ashes, burning down the bar
Dearest mayor, we know what you are
You can run, you cannot get far

Cruise Control

Set the cruise control to seventy
Miles an hour, it's been two hours since you called me
And now I'm somewhere in between
All the towers, unless they're bowing down to
Country music, and all I see is grass
It's not as green as you and me
We used to be
It didn't seem
It was our dream
We thought we'd last

Turn it around, you go boy go
Turn it around, go fast, go slow
It's not too late to turn away from
Everything you think you know about her

Set the cruise control so I don't speed
Did I shower? I don't remember 'cause you called me
Now I'm somewhere in between
All the flowers, you never picked me like you
Told me maybe, and all I see are moons
They might be white, you might be right
But now's the time
Make up your mind
And you might find
It was too soon

Turn it around, you go boy go
Turn it around, go fast, go slow
It's not too late to turn away from
Everything you think you know about her

You're getting closer, thirty miles
Roadside crosses never smile
Listen to us
Listen to us
Curves are very dangerous

Set the cruise control to sixty-three
I got a ticket the last time that you called me
Somewhere in between
All the crickets, chirping thicker than my
CD player, and all I see is fate
I want you more, you want me less
I need a sense
Of all this mess
Is this a test
Is it too late?
Is it too late?

Turn it around, you go boy go
Turn it around, go fast, go slow
It's not too late to turn away from
Everything you think you know about her

You're getting closer, thirty miles
Roadside crosses never smile
Listen to us
Listen to us
Curves are very dangerous
Curves are very dangerous
Curves are very dangerous
Dangerous
Dangerous
Curves are very dangerous

The Ballad of Amy and Tim

It's 8 o'clock. I watch her out my window as she waits for him.
I think her name is Amy. I name the bastard Tim.
The porchlight shines her forehead and the porchlight shadows face.
If life's a race, my heart has lost, and Tim has beaten second place.
Her dress is white and tight and new, it cuts off circulation.
The silver necklace is her mom's and also is the bracelet.
I bet she smells like Famous-Barr, she rarely wears perfume at all.
I know he lied and told her he'd be there at 8 when last he called.

Ooh, Amy...

It's 8:15. I watch her. She is starring in a dream.
If nervous equaled royalty, then Amy would be queen.
Gemini winks and tells his twin that here's a girl who should be seen.
Her lips, her cheeks, are pretty pink and bathed in moonlit sheen.
She paces under porchlight wearing ruts in faded wood.
Her mom and dad have gone to bed; she told them she'd be good.
And in his face she sees the hope of love and something good.
If he just asked she'd run away and leave the neighborhood.

Ooh, Amy...

8:45. A car door slams. He doesn't say he's sorry.
He doesn't even kiss her, and he says he's in a hurry.
"Come on, bitch, we're leaving now." He pulls her to the car.
I think I see a tear drop as she cries away the stars.
She plants her feet and pouts a lip; her posture isn't going.
(She's so cute in the moonlight with her cotton bra strap showing.)
But something weakens in her stance. Amy's shadow starts to dance.
Timmy is her only chance. She clutches him with both her hands.
Tim slimes Amy to the car. The brightest lights are dying stars.
Empty wrapper candy bars. I don't look. I search for Mars.
What will Timmy call it? Is it necking? Do they park?
I let fall back the curtain and I shiver in the dark.
I wonder if she'll let him, and I bet she probably did.
I let fall back the curtain to keep her porchlight hid.

Ooh, Amy...
I let fall back the curtain to keep her porchlight hid.
Ooh, Amy...
I let fall back the curtain.

Black Tattoo

Every man is wondering, are those pants or a black tattoo?
And they all want to know what they have to do
For you to notice them, for you to want to take them home
I'm the only one who knows that with your touch they'll turn to stone

Every man who stares at you can see you're wearing nothing under
And the thought of this turns mortals into gods of thunder
But they are a court of fools, they'll trade their scepters for your jewels
The queen's a tart, the jack of hearts, and from the bedroom floor she rules

Certain people wish for death
When they wish for whispered breath
You yourself have said it best
Those you never touched are blessed

Is it suicide? Is it suicide?
One hundred men have loved you, ninety-nine have died
I think it's murder, I think it's murder
I think it's homicide when you say to come inside

Every man would bleed himself, if you told him to
He'd even slice the part he wants to give to you
You ignore the jesters' tricks, a pickup line would make you sick
I'm hiding in the shadows because I learned my lesson quick

Certain people wish for death
When they wish for whispered breath
You yourself have said it best
Those you never touched are blessed

Is it suicide? Is it suicide?
One hundred men have loved you and I don't think they lied
I think it's murder, I think it's murder
What do you hide behind? A sheet, your arm, my back, the tide?

You chewed them up and you spit them out
You're the type of girl they all talk about
When you kiss, you numb their mouths
When you leave, you steal their shouts
Someday they will find you out
You'll give away what you're about
To hide your frown, you paint your mouth
You only come so you can shout
Is it suicide? Is it suicide?
I hope I'm not the only one to ever hear you cry
I hope I'm not the only one to ever hear you cry
I hope I'm not the only one to ever hear you cry
I hope I'm not the only one to ever hear you cry
I hope I'm not the only one to ever hear you cry

windowpain

The rain outside your window is a whisper in my ear
It's warmer than a kiss from you but colder than a tear
And if it ever threatened you with chills or icy death
I'd kiss you underwater which would give you all my breath
I'd let you float on top of me, a raft, a cloud, a bed
If you're as warm as you are now, I doubt you'd leave me dead
The rain rolls down your window, it is lulling me to sleep
I count again your shoulders 'cause they're silkier than sheep

I know you are in love with me, your breathing lets me know
For me to fall asleep tonight, I'll have to let you go
I know you are in love with me, your breathing lets me know
For me to ever sleep again, I'll have to let you go

Your windowpane is crying, are they tears of pain or joy?
Who receives his sympathy, the rain, the girl, the boy?
He does his best to shelter me from everything that hurts
But when the sunlight passes through is when it hurts the worst
I hate to watch you sleeping now not knowing what you dream
When you have a nightmare, who will kiss away your scream?
I'm warmer than I've ever been beside you in the bed
When you say you hate the winter, is it me you mean instead?

I don't know how you sleep so well, one day you'll let me know
For me to fall asleep tonight, I'll have to let you go
I don't know how you sleep so well, one day you'll let me know
For me to ever sleep again, I'll have to let you go

It never rains in Phoenix and the weather's always hot
You say the weather's perfect, is it everything I'm not?
I might not wash my winter coat, I'm holding on to what I've got
My arms across my chest are warm, but your arms they are not

The lightning makes it easier, it scares me not to think
Kissing you tonight was like the longest, driest drink
I cry for you, I'd die for you, I'll save you from the universe
If comets crash into the earth, it's you I'd think of saving first
While I'm falling into sleep and dreaming of these deeds
I never think of asking you if saving's what you need
You used to say that you felt safe beside me in the bed
Is it safer for your heart to break my heart instead?

When you find yourself, if you find room for me, please let me know
Because you've given me no choice, I guess I have to let you go
When you find yourself, if you find room for me, please let me know
Because you've given me no choice, I have to let you go

Invisible

I'm hiding in the shadows
I'm hiding from tomorrow
From everything that follows
From everyone who knows
I hide behind my baseball cap
Behind the alcohol on tap
My lips are dry, my hands are chapped
I take a sip while others snap

Chorus:
I wish I were invisible
I wish I were invisible
I wish I were invisible
Loneliness is possible

I'm glad I can't paint this scene
A former high school beauty queen
She is thick where she was lean
Thicker makeup hides her seams
I think her eyes used to be
Green, I think she used to be
Clean, when she was seventeen
The only one who knows is me

Chorus

Loneliness is possible
Loneliness is probable
Loneliness? Impossible

I need to hide and not be seen
I need to hide and not be seen
What I need is what I mean
I need to hide and not be seen

I wish I were invisible
I wish I were invisible
I wish I were invisible
I wish I were invisible

I hide behind the smoke I breathe
The cowboy belts and boot-cut jeans
The dreams of having better dreams
Than forty-six-inch TV screens
I wish I could not be seen
By former high school beauty queens
Wondering what does it mean
That I am here to watch her leave

Chorus

Loneliness is possible
Loneliness is probable
Loneliness? Impossible

April Fool

His hair was orange like the juice that Cathy drank that morning
Spiked like a traffic cone, standing up and giving warning
His face was like the faces of the boys in Seventeen
Smiling like a model in a dental magazine

But Cathy knew all the rules
She knew to play it cool
She'd wait to talk to him 'til after school
She wasn't taught to be an April fool

Her shirt was made of diamonds, Brandon's shirt was made of cotton
He knew he'd seen other girls, when and where he had forgotten
Her face was like the faces of the girls who live in dreams
Smiling like a model in a painting for the queen

But Brandon knew all the rules
He knew to play it cool
He'd wait to talk to her 'til after school
He wasn't taught to be an April fool

And like two little fools they wait
And like two little fools they wait
If they waited any longer, it would be too late
It took them twenty days of this to ask each other for a date

She dyed her hair like his, they laughed and called it tangerine
He wrote her sappy poems and sent them into magazines
Living in their favorite scenes in favorite dreams was habit-forming
Now instead of orange juice she gets kisses every morning

But Cathy knew all the rules
Brandon knew to play it cool
One of them would have to talk after school
Neither one was taught to be
Neither one was taught to be
Neither one was taught to be
An April fool

Katarina

Are you listening to me tonight?
Some nights feel like stories out of someone else's life

"My name is Katarina, like Katarina Witt"
That's what she said when she had found a place to sit
Beside me on the sofa, in the blacklit room with Motley Crue
"It's twenty for a table dance, three hundred for the champagne room"

She looked nervous when she smiled, it really wasn't fair
There was powder on her shoulders, there was fragrance in her hair
Her dress was orange, her skin was pink, they both glowed in the dark
It doesn't matter what you think because I know she stole my heart

It happens every time
You shouldn't trust an actress when she's making up her lines
It happens every time
You shouldn't trust a dancer when she's dancing for your dimes

She asked me what I did, where was I from, why was I here?
I don't think she meant the club but New York where she'd lived nine years
She was a student, but English was her toughest class
Her Russian accent changed her declarations into questions asked

It happens every time
You shouldn't trust an actress when she's making up her lines
It happens every time
You shouldn't trust a dancer when she's dancing for your dimes

She read me like the books I want to write, the lyrics black, the pages white
The Russian girl, the New York night, the Midwest boy, the neon lights
Are you listening to me tonight?
Some nights feel like stories out of someone else's life

It happens every time
You shouldn't trust an actress when she's making up your mind
It happens every time
You shouldn't trust a dancer
You shouldn't trust a dancer

It maybe was the music or the blackness or the drink
The way she called me Matthew, I was toppling on the brink
She covered up and went away, another dance, another day
Another chance for her to say

"My name is Katarina, like Katarina Witt"

Days Without Her

He's been twenty-seven days without her
Twenty-seven days of gray
Tomorrow it will be a February
He used to feel like May

I used to hate the rain
Splashing on my face
When I'm crying I don't worry
I wash away the trace
Of my pain

He's been twenty-eight days without her
Twenty-eight days of gloom
Tomorrow it will be a leap year
He thought she looked like June

I cannot watch the moon
Laughing at me too
When the clouds come he feels sorry
He goes away like you
He goes too
Soon

I'd be so good to you
I'd love you like you want me to
If you want me to

He's been thirty-seven days without her
April and one week
Yesterday he thought of her
I hear it when he speaks

I'm dying with the leaves
Falling from the trees
When I'm dying I don't hurry
In case you come to me
Come back to
Me

You didn't have to leave
I only wish you needed me
Like I need
You

I'd be so good to you
I'd love you like you want me to
If you want me to

You used to melt the snow
Everywhere you'd go
My heart and hands were thawing, warming
Thirty-eight days ago

The Letter Song

Your hands began a paragraph
Your fingers were the words
And when you reached the period
It was what I've always heard

You made me an envelope
Your lipstick was a seal
I fold my arms to fit inside
I mail myself to somewhere real

Chorus:
I mail myself to somewhere real
I mail myself to you
I mail my heart to someone real
I mail my heart to you

Your irises are inky blue
Until they shrink to inky black
Your heart is black, the blackest black
Is there a chance that you're coming back?

Chorus

Bridge:
I was a letter
I was returned
I was a letter
I was burned

Two black words were all you wrote
Goodbye love
Two little words that mean so much
Goodbye love

Bridge

I mail myself to you
I mail my heart to you

There's no ring on her finger
There's no money in the bank
There's no date on my calendar
For when I walk the plank

I've watched my parents suffer
I've watched good friendships die
I've watched the girl I fell in love with
Fall into a lie

I don't know what I'm doing in a place I don't know yet
I don't know who I'll see it with, I don't know if we've met
I don't know if she's the one
I don't know if there's anyone
I think she could be the one
Is it she or I who runs?

There's no time like the future she said
Planning in the past
There's no look that my parents give
Explaining how they last

I've watched relations linger
I've watched when they should die
I watched the girl I fell in love with
Fall onto a guy

Every day when I wake up I feel a little old
One more day of being young but being not to bold
I will start a family, at least that's what I'm told
All I really want right now is someone's hand to hold

I've watched me say I hate her
I've watched her say goodbye
I asked the girl I fell in love with
"How should I reply?"

I don't know what I'm doing in a place I don't know yet
I don't know who I'll see it with, I don't know if we've met
I don't know if you're the one
I don't know if you're the one
I don't know if you're the one
Is it you? But I will run

Amazing Grace

How sweet the sound
Amazing Grace is in the ground
How sweet the sound
Amazing Grace is in the ground

She tiptoes through her two lip prints
She pricks her fingers on the rows
Of valentines from Bobby, Joe,
And Vince, who when kissed, remains a toad
In purple dress in floral print
She dance with her self-
Destructive tendencies, the frequency
With which they give is deconstructive

And when she cries, the brothers grin
They live to save her from her sins
The grave they dig for her is filled with chocolate mints
The grimness of the days ahead is filtered through their hymns

How sweet the sound
Two little lambs, one lost, one found
How sweet the sound
Amazing Grace is in the ground

She waiting for her prince to comfort
Her, I think she'll wait forever
Seven months and seven years
For seven dopey men to hump her
Princesses eat apples in the eve
But she eats sheaves of clover
Bending over, smells the rows
Of stops and starts, she dove, they drove her

And when she cries, the brothers grin
They hate the sinner, love her sin
Stain glass windows shelter them from blood that tastes like gin
Baptizing with fire, they leave ashes on her chin

How sweet the sound
Two little lambs, one lost, one found
How sweet the sound
Amazing Grace is in the ground

He never shed his grace on me
I was blind, but now I simply cannot see
He never showed his face to me
I cannot see
I cannot see
I cannot see

How sweet the sound
Amazing Grace is in the ground
How sweet the sound
Amazing Grace is in the ground

A Boy Left Out in the Rain

Her face slides across the window glass
Just like fingernails in algebra class
Outside he's standing in the misty rain
He's gonna leave her watching him again

Through the condensation he plays tic-tac-toe
She plays the X, she wishes he played O
It's easy to beat him when he's standing in the street
So hard to leave him when he leaves her every week

He works in St. Louis but he lives in Illinois
She wants him to be her man but he is just a boy

She remembers what she hasn't done in awhile
If he'll only look at her she promises to smile
Drops the key to her apartment, bends to pick it up
He ignores her window so long rain could fill a cup

She lives in St. Louis but he lives in Illinois
She wants him to be her man but he is just a boy

Car's packed up, he's heading home, somewhere she's never been
Her forehead pressed against the glass is colder than the wind
The next time she looks up at him, 's waving while he steers
She hopes he doesn't see her crying in the rearview mirror

The streets are slippery like her window, he'll slide in a ditch
And if she wishes for his death, does that make her a bitch?
She breathes into her faceprint, she's projecting how she feels
And when she walks from watching him, she feels like she's on wheels

She lives in St. Louis but he lives in Illinois
She wants him to be her man but he is just a boy
He is just a boy (3X)
She is just a toy

To Warm Me Up

There's this girl I used to know
Had a face like fallen snow
And two eyes made out of coal
Her mouth melted, mine caught cold
Frozen tongue, and frostbit lips
Icy hips, fingertips
Face that froze a bottled ship
She's still got me in her grip

Pre-Chorus: I am so cold (3X)
And now I'm standing here, I'm standing here alone

There's this girl I used to see
But she don't give a damn for me
Only sells herself for free
If your name is Timmy, Tommy, or Joey, or Johnny
I know that she'd rather be
As far away as she can from me
Bitter land for barren queen
Crystal kiss for frozen scream

Pre-Chorus

Chorus:
Her hands aren't there to warm me up
I rub my hands to warm me up
(2X)
Her hands aren't there, so I rub my hands (2X)

Bridge:
The taste of snowflakes on the tongue
The lull of winter in the lungs
The shrill of something in her shrug
The heat of nothing in her hug

There's this guy I used to be
I had this girl, and I let her go
Bitter then, but better now
I was blinded by the snow

Chorus

Bridge

Pre-Chorus

Somewhere, Anywhere

Staring at the ceiling watching the paint crack
Staring out the window at the cars that pass and don't look back
I watch the grass grow 'til it turns to brown
Then it turns to ashes, then it turns to ground

Chorus:
I'm scared of my shadow and my shadow's scared of me
I'd like to be somewhere, anywhere, somewhere other than here
Where's the place where hummingbirds let you sing along?
I need someone to pray to but I hear the line is long
Save me
Save me

I miss the silence of a noisy city street
I miss the people who don't look up from their two feet
I miss the blackness of a yellow sun
I miss the comfort of a loaded gun

Chorus

Hey you the naked and the hungry
Hey you who cannot walk
Hey you the blind and the lonely
Hey you with the broken heart
Hey you up the clouds
Hey you Peter at the gate
I wish you'd call my chosen number
I wish I didn't have to wait

I wish I didn't have to wait
I wish I didn't have to wait

I stare at my box lid day after day
The weeds you planted, they wilt away
I feel my body as it turns to brown
Then it turns to ashes, then it turns to ground

Chorus

Hit Shoot Rape Kill

Oh no, here we go again
Oh no, here we go again
Who are my enemies?
Who are my friends?
Oh no, here we go again

Gonna hold my breath and count to ten
Gonna hold my breath and count to ten
Is that a comet,
Or a bullet up ahead?
Gonna hold my breath and count to ten

Storm clouds guns and lightning
Raindrop babies crying
Storm clouds guns and dark

I built a shelter, it's just a shed
I built a shelter, it's just a shed
I try to pinch myself
But I'm already dead
I built a shelter, it's just a shed

Drummer boy is all made-up in red
Drummer boy is all made-up in read
Extra! Extra! Poster boy
That's news already said
Drummer boy is all made-up in red

Storm clouds guns and lightning
Raindrop mothers crying
Storm clouds guns and dark

Bridge:
I'm just the messenger
Don't hit me, just the messenger
I'm just the messenger
Don't shoot me, just the messenger
I'm just the messenger
Don't rape me, just the messenger
I'm just the messenger
Don't kill me, just the messenger

Who's that demon coming round the bend?
Who's that demon coming round the bend?
He hums a melody
For those who would be led
Who's that demon coming round the bend?

Bridge: 2X

Oh no, here we go again
Oh no, here we go again
Extra! Extra! Poster boy
That's news already read
Oh no, here we go again

Sharks
(Words and music by Damien Kill)

She's white until she cries, then she's a shade of grey
She's vivid till she dies inside, then she just fades away
I love her till I hate her, then I want her even more
Her kisses slowly kill me till I crumble on the floor

Like two sharks who smell the blood
We bare our teeth, till the creekbed turns to flood
It turns to flood

She's pink until she's bleeding, then she's a shade of red
She's distant till she needs me, then she gets inside my head
She loves me till she hates me, then she loves me even more
Her pelvis slowly kills me till I puddle on the floor

Like two sharks who smell the blood
We bare our teeth, till the snowstorm turns to mud
It turns to mud
It turns to flood
It turns to blood

Cutting, crashing, grinding, gnashing, we bite off the lies
Starving, fasting, nothing lasting, we fight or we die

She's white until I grab her, then she's a shade of grey
She's livid till I stab her, then her screams just fade away
I hate her till I love her, then I hate her even more
I break her then I kill her till she's rubble on the floor

Like two sharks who've tasted blood
Like two sharks who've tasted blood
Like two sharks who've tasted blood

Every time she cries, she's a shade of grey
Every time she dies, she will be okay

Read, Forget, Erase
(words and music by Damien Kill)

Her eyes are empty like my heart
We're closest when we're far apart
Her eyes are open when they're closed
We're a part of something posed
Something plastic, something steel
Something so fake it's real
Something better, something worse
We read the lines that we rehearsed
Her eyes... (2X)

Her eyes are bloodshot, claustrophobic
Black hole pupils, xenophobic
Her eyes are teeth that bite my gaze
They cut my eyes to spite my face
Something bitter, something bloody
Something so sad it's funny
Something better, something worse
Forget the lines that we rehearsed
Her eyes... (2X)

Dim the lights, shut me out
Skim the nighttime, cut me out
Nothing's right, her eyes, they shout
Nothing's right, so let me out

Shut me out
Cut me out
I shout
Let me out
(4X)

Something so short it lingers
Something anemic, something sicker
Something better, something worse
Erase the lines that we rehearsed
Her eyes... (4X)
Are dead

For Violet
(Words and music by Damien Kill)

I turn the corner, I'm a rat
In a cheese-stained Big Man's trap
I'm not the only one in here
I think I smell you, Violet Dear

I chase you and you chase me
Big Man chases, that makes three
And if he finds me first, I fear
I'll bite the hand that feeds me, Dear

Taste blood, lick, wounds, floss his skin
Lick lips, taste him, dripping on my chin
Big Man, Dead Man, not to kill him is a sin
For Violet, I'll kill him, so Violet can win

I'll die that she may live

I trace my steps, I'm going back
I ate the Big Man's hand-drawn map
His eyes are lances on my back
He kisses me, I kiss him back

Rat face, Fat face, the mark of Cain has cursed my kin
Tell me, beg me, by the hair of my chinny chin chin
Pig Man, Big Man, not to kill him is a sin
For Violet, I'll kill him, so Violet can win

I'll sell myself that she may live

I did it for you
I know I'll never find you
I feel sorry for you
I know I'll never have you
(2X)

I turn the corner, I'm a rat
In a cheese-stained Big Man's hat
I'm not the only one in here
I think I smell you, Violet Dear

Caffeine

She buys a cup of coffee, the ceramic burns her fingers
She blows her cup of coffee 'til the smoke no longer lingers
She sinks in her chair, no one stares, no one's there
She thinks in her book, "I don't care, I don't care"

He buys a Coca-Cola, waits for caffeine to revive him
He drinks his Coca-Cola, waits for caffeine to define him
It oozes down his throat, he'll wish he never read her note
He fingers folded paper in the pocket of his coat

"It's over," she wrote, he reads, she thinks
She slams her cup of coffee when she finishes her drink
"It's over," she wrote it, he read it, he knows
He spills his Coca-Cola and it freezes on his clothes

He shivers outside QuikTrip, it's the longest trip he took
She folds her crumby napkin as she journals in her book
He wipes a question from his eye, he doesn't understand
She wipes the chocolate from her sigh, she's found another man

The aftertaste of coffee is a lukewarm scoop of mud
The aftertaste of cola is a frozen drop of blood
The aftertaste of friendship is a thing they don't remember
The aftertaste of what they shared is snow before November

She buys a cappucino, it's the only drink he'd ever drink
He thought she always tasted like the grounds you dump into the sink
He walks to work forgetting her, it works until he steps
He always thought he'd dump her first with cola on his breath

"It's over," he thought, she read, she wrote
"You taste like fucking coffee" was his most annoying quote
"It's over," he thought it, she reads it, she breathes
She licks her lips and leaves her tip and then gets up to leave