Coffee Girl
I want to be happy
but just saying it isn't adding
to my satisfaction
they provoke me and
I struggle each day not
to show a reaction
I just keep going on with
my day and I go through
the motions like a transaction
this can't be happening
why does sadness sneak up on you
like the alcohol in too many glasses of brandy
I work because I have this strange
desire to be seen looking fancy
I may be fly like a bird on the outside
but inside I'm feeling tapped out
I need a new map to find my soul
my heart feels let down
The nice act I play is getting a little old
and people tend to stomp on the weak
so what I seek right now is the closest thing
to heaven for a 19 year old without a party
to attend with free liquor and some gin.
I nice tall cup of Java that might give me the
false pretense of actually caring.
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