I drink coffee like water and
I still never know what to say.
I still don't know how to get out of bed
half the time. It's not pretty,
or endearing. I whisper you secrets,
I am still looking to be saved
sometimes I am so weak,
sometimes I am so strong,
here you go, I'll give you every thing
for one more chance.
My heart is ugly,
but it could be all yours.