Lost Coffee

So much to pacify without ass on the line

So much for lullaby and no secrets to hide

But I still bite my nails

So much to rise above with all answers abound

Where do I run away? Who do I confound?

Every answer, every passerby

So much to shout about, but my ceiling's too high

So much for lullaby and no secrets to hide

But I still bite my nails

So much to pacify without ass on the line

So much for lullaby and no secrets to hide

Every answer, every passerby