black coffee.

can

"This isn't working out"

You murmur under the street light

On a cold winter night

I just want to go inside

As my breath blows a hot mount

My glasses fog up

As do my eyes

Seeing as these tears won't dry.

I'm not one to cry

But i lost my alibi

As i shrink down

I never thought

That you would be the one

Who shot me with the gun

Of hurt

Oh how stupid can i be

To never see

Through all the times we fought;

I always said sorry first.