I can sense why you called me
I know why you asked for a date
Arrived thirty minutes early
You came thirty minutes late
I can feel what you feel
I gave you a slight caress
You stopped me-- I know you will
I remained quiet, no sign of distress
"It's my fault blah blah"-- what a boring speech
You’re trying too hard to be nice
All you wanted is to end this hitch
I can see it in your eyes
I get it, you want to finish our story
I smiled at you, saying it’s okay
We’ll have our happy ending, separately
Well, as if I could make you stay
You hugged me, it felt cold.
Just like the coffees I ordered.
I said "have a sip before you go."
That was the only thing I can muster.
I thought we could be that idealistic “something”
But you didn’t love me anymore, I do understand
No more last chances, just a crappy ending
Of a man who died, with a poisoned cup in his hand.