I handed down the pennies
onto the granite counter
You put them in your pockets
As they clatter each other
And then you did your best
To try to look busy
While my hands are on my cheeks
Waiting isn't easy
Brewing and mixing
The clock's big hand moves
Tasty concoctions
Dancing to the groove
You said "It is ready!"
I hope that you are too
This better be good
I'm counting on you
But oops!
I poured down the coffee
which tasted like you
'Cause you're not my type anymore
I need something hotter
perfect for the view
A hopeless romantic on the shore
Tired of false hopes
and soft-spoken words
Shooing enchanted fireflies
breaking rusty swords
Tired of shiny pennies
along these busy streets
Asking for a refund
I cannot take this shit
I took with me my pennies
and hurried to the door
I thought that it was sweet
but all it tastes was sour
Master your poor craft
Please be busy more!
'Twas nothing but a coffee
Worthy to be poured