One more cup of coffee
I'm cutting out faster
I'm walking in circles
Watch the surface tension rise
Far past a quarter to five
Five minutes now and I'm a mess
A second guess, unsympathetic, stressed, obsessed
And dressed up all wrong

Nothing to say
Not my time of day
Maybe it's a sign -- you're mine
You froze, that's fine
I wonder

Mumble mumble, my confidence just crumbles
When sickness speaks and sweetness is secondary
Mumble mumble, sniffle and stumble
And find that I was humbled long ago

Atrophied and aching, my limbs are misaligned
Limping and maligned, it's fine, I fumbled

One more cut you caught me, I'm walking away
It's much too late
For one more cup of coffee, I'm cutting out faster
I'm talking in circles
Cut a circle around my spine
Six centimeters wide
Wide open now and I'm a mess
A second guess, sycophantic, stressed, obsessed
And pressing onward