The former hot coffee,
Is all cold now.
My bad, its been sitting here,
For quite a while now.
Can it get heated up again,
Just like my cheeks did,
When I saw you.

I saw you again,
Sitting at the same place like always.
I'm jealous,
Of the coffee that sits in front of you,
It can touch those lips,
I'm not lucky enough to do that too.