Black Coffee

This once

Are you going to run from here?

I'm dying to know if she died to me

Take it back now

Are you going to run from here?

I'm dying to know if she died to me

She is not that strange

She says goodbye some day

My black coffee fantasy never seems to bother me

In my mind I'm hoping I'll betray the sinners dance and fade away

I'll fade away

This once

Dying, (My godess and my gods)

And the blood taste was red

Change is not that strange

She says goodbye some day

Press the story of stories praised

Of love and women up above

Layer this guilt that fits like a glove

I say it before you heated and tickle

Press the story of stories, Paint with love

The woman up above lets me wear this guilt

That fits like a glove

I can see on my own now

Breath in the culture

And I will take what's mine

And I will try to stay mundane..

Pretending it hurts you

I will take what's mine

And I will try to stay mundane