Every day I could count on you to be there for me when I wake up.
You provided variety in my life in the simplest form
And gave me that extra little nudge when I needed it most.
You gave me warmth when I needed it
And could make me feel so alive and refreshed.
I realize you could be in my life on a limited basis, but that’s not enough.
Because the things I do to you…
They make you so very, very bad for me.
You know that saying “if you love something set it free,” right?
I repeat that whenever I feel the urge to give in to you.
But deep inside I know…
We’ll be reunited again, one day soon.
Holy hell, I’m going through coffee withdrawls…