The aftertaste of bad coffee stays for a while... But just for a while... Sometimes they are remembered to taste worse than they actually did, it's time for another brew...
I’m sitting here trying to get over you
But you’re sitting there trying to get over her
It stings that I never meant a thing
It pricks that to you we never were anything
Once I was a substitute in your pain
And now I am but a reminder of your shame
You have and will never know me for who I am
Made me shallow, undignified and estranged
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