Letras
The smell of your coffee
Cutting through my morning
You walked in and asked
If i'm face painting again
You never understood the appeal
Of being somebody else for a weekend
I feel like you shut me down too quickly
Always said i look different but i'm still me
I never really liked your black coffee
Or the way you analyse me when i talk about my sleep
I just want my bed to be my bed
I don't wanna think about all the things you said
But your body is too warm to let you go
In dead of winter
Your body is a resource that i cling onto
Cos i'm too scared to let go