Historian

I recited all your lines Repeated moments once or twice Feed myself with words you've said I've annexed your room and bed She makes the coffee and she's a historian She makes the coffee and she's a historian She makes the coffee and she's a historian She makes the coffee and she's a historian Drive the lonely part of town Can't tell if it's north or south Pass the streets you only knew From the poems you have accrued She makes the coffee and she's a historian She makes the coffee and she's a historian She makes the coffee and she's a historian She makes the coffee and she's a historian