hands wrapped around the mug
another smell that reminds me of you.
if the lingering on my pillow and the smile outside my door
didn't keep me coming back
to you, west coast dark roast,
we know that nothing would.
arms wrapped tight in a too-quick hug
you're gone again but not for long.
all it takes is one word, one question asked
and west coast dark roast
is comin back again.
how many times we'd say it's done,
this addiction's gone too far for us to handle'
here it comes:
west coast dark roast
you're all my mind's got room for.
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