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Coffee On December 26th

A little bitter cup of joe to snap me from my daydream
A slightly soggy pancake that makes me want a cup of water

I'm firmly locked in place, I've graduated, see
No need to move back to that little place
I was always begging to leave

Yet that pitiful room is calling
My desire to go is appalling

A tiny little paradise of so many little things that I
Had not even discovered in the years that I had dreamed them
And yet they're calling me

I'm working for a beautiful wage
Yet my dreams and wants are eighty miles away
I want to chase them

Reality's not so pretty
It really is such a pity

Bitter like a cup of coffee after Christmas
I'm living my college dream in distress
I never was supposed to miss this

There's an artificial tree blinking in my memories
Tying that pitiful living room together, yeah

A revolving door of strangers filling out that spooky room
Drinking strange brews and smoking stuff
That makes it smell just like a tomb

I wanted to break free so bad
Yet the thought of it makes me so sad

A beautiful cityscape
A perfect little dream I couldn't appreciate
Until it vanished

I'd love to go back there one day
Til then, I'm heading to work in dismay

Bitter like a cup of coffee before New Year's
A lucid daydream of all of my fears
Let me drown those days in some cheap beers

Come on, keep me afloat with all of my daydreams
So I can float to work in the cool streams
Of things I shouldn't have missed at all.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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