Ouch: i'm still not over you

coffee in the sky

your gaze touched all of me

can see through all my clothes, my skin

I force myself to look at you

a curlish knot within

we melt into each other

you pull me to your side

chin on your head, i smell your breath

it's coffee in the sky

i'm feeling warm, i'm feeling hot

as my inner morals start to rot

are you scared of getting caught?

because it's too late (and i'm sure not)

you relate me back and i melt back down

into my puddle on concrete ground

you take a sip from your mug that steams

don't you know you're drinking me?