Breakfast

i think about you
just for a moment
hoping that
that the thought
yes it will soon subside
but there you are
staring at me
right full in the face
and your eyes
tell me something
something i almost cant bare

and when you break
through the door way
followed by someone else
i start to think
maybe this
this was the best idea i ever had

and when i wake i'll be alone
and i'll make breakfast
just for me
and it'll be nice
and it'll be warm
just the way i like it too

the next day arrives like a bullet train
flying down the tracks
with the windows
wide open
and all the passengers screaming inside

the blood will rush straight through my veins
like a broken water pipe
and the feeling
that you've left me
it will not subside

and when i wake
when i wake
i'll wake alone
and i'll make breakfast just for me
and it'll be warm
just like the way
the way
the way i like it too be

then the next day will arrive
like a dove at my sill
and ill sit
and i'll wonder
just how it could be

and i will make
i will make breakfast
i'll make it all alone
and it'll be warm
just the way it ought to be