He use to send her flowers. To apologize, to apologize. He used to say how sorry he was. And flash his smile, he'd flash his smile. . And always she'd forgive him.
Smells of toast and coffee served to put in mind his name today. Never did take much to get me thinking about him anyway. In time I may progress to welcoming the coffees scent.
There was a time, I gave too much away. Many times, I craved a touch too deep. Now I stand, alone, alone. There was a time, that time has passed for me.
Lost touch, long ago. It didn't end so well, I know, yes, I know. Lashed out, had a row. I don't know where home is for you now, for you now. . Your drink should not have stayed undrunk.