It’s a short walk from my house
Just down Gilbert Road
The building is old and the chairs
All look worn or stolen
If I knew what good coffee was
I’d tell you how it is
I’ll get my morning bus from anywhere but there
From what I remember It’s pretty nice inside
I’ve tried blocking out all the details
I’ll only look in from the outside
Caught a glance and I dug in my pocket
For an excuse to leave
I won’t go in
No I won’t go back there
It’s up with the trend
I won’t pretend
That I’m glad they have a selection of milk
If I cut off the power
And let it go sour
Then the place might just close down
If I knew what good coffee was, I’d tell you how it is
It’s more than I can bare knowing she works there
I walked right in, sat right down
Caught your eye
And I threw mine down
And I buried my hands in my face, in my shirt
My stomach fell to the floor
Now I’m dragging it to the door
Eagerly reaching out
