Monday, April 07, 2014

I Still C You


“Your money is no good here”, you’d say with a smile
Reaching across the counter grasping for a clean start
But all I’ve got on me is loose change and this plastic card
Otherwise I would have paid you in the courage that you needed
Because my coffee was always much stronger than you
And I realize that nobody could give you what you didn’t care to take


So I traded places in line and had someone else ring me up
Because the color of your apron isn’t as charming in daylight
And I have three years of debt you wouldn’t let me pay
Every swipe is another gold star and the register reads I’ve reached my lucky dozen
My drinks on someone else tonight, and it looks like yours is too
And finally, I no longer see you