I sit stuck in my chair

Alone in the room

Stuck in the gloom and the stale air

I tied bows in her hair, a playful affair

She made me coffee and I stared

Now I drink with the visions of her

I sit with my coffee and stir

I’m watching the room

From an interesting point of view

I sleep and sit where I lay

Alone in the fray

Sending her messages of truth

She was a fire of kind, the burn in the bright

Now my food gets colder with each bite

And stale air makes me see angels

Do you care what comes of me?

Oh, and I share my cup of coffee

With everything stuck in my head

My soul here sits with a bottle, and I get fatter

And I am running away

(I) have painful admissions on top of convictions

Oh, I want to throw them away

So I’m sitting today…

I sit stuck in my chair

Alone in the room

Stuck in the gloom and the stale air

Now I drink with the visions of her

I sit with my coffee and stir

I’m watching the room

From an interesting point of view

I drink like it’s the end of the world

I scream to the heavens for her

I’m watching the room

From an interesting point of view