The waitresses are staring-
like they've seen you here before
with another of your victims
another mangy little whore

So now i doubt the things you've said
and i guess i have a right
but i guess it's not worth fighting-
you're identity tonight

Now I order my coffee~
tonight I'll take it black
and you look at me in question
while you're normally relaxed

I'm drinking carefully
In your thick, palpable heat
'Cause I know how you like your coffee-
Not too strong but not too sweet

And here, upon the table
I spill out everything to you
And watch as the steam from our half-filled mugs
Rise from each and join the two

I'm sorry~but i'm feeling sick
i really have to go
you apologize,"some other time"
i really don't think so

They all told me, they all whispered
"He'll break her fragile heart"
I believed them all too late
When he'd ripped my world apart

And in this cute and quiet shoppe
they stare pitifully at me
as i thrust a slap upon his face
and the remains of my coffee...