We were in the kitchen and you made us a cup of weak coffee
That I had to sip and pretend was good
Good strong and satisfying
My eyes glossed over when you looked away
And I itched at the thought of leaving
My mind flashed to a memory of serving a plate of bland food that I worked on tirelessly
To a man that didn't appreciate it
He took one bite and realized he'd have to go somewhere else to appease his hunger
And oh how I hated him for breaking my heart
Lord knows what you were thinking of when you suddenly looked back at me and saw my full cup
"I love you"
"I love you too"
