Historian

I recited all your lines

Repeated moments once or twice

Feed myself with words you've said

I've annexed your room and bed

She makes the coffee and she's a historian

She makes the coffee and she's a historian

She makes the coffee and she's a historian

She makes the coffee and she's a historian

Drive the lonely part of town

Can't tell if it's north or south

Pass the streets you only knew

From the poems you have accrued

She makes the coffee and she's a historian

She makes the coffee and she's a historian

She makes the coffee and she's a historian

She makes the coffee and she's a historian