let's have one coffee cup
shouldn't really hurt
water dripping from the tap
coffee tastes like dirt

why do I feel like a crap
you pulling hem of my shirt
keep your hands off my lap

did you hear I said enough?
feelin' dizzy, blabbin' yes
blaming tequila and stuff

makes me wonder – am I less
when I like you bein' rough
even tho I hate how you press
your hands all over, that cuff

met you again yesterday
talked and smiled with our friends
god, it still tastes like betray

thinking about all the plans
we made up that sunny day
comin' back to sound of drums
soon this meeting ends, I pray

pretend we never went there
push it all out of our minds
smile and talk as if we care

ditch all the different kinds
of threats we share
not riskin' anybody finds
out or even get a bit aware