My coffees cold
But I can feel it too
It's mid July and I still
Don't talk with you
I don't feel warm inside
But I can fool a room
And I can trick myself into
Loving you
And I'm close with friends
But they don't know you
It's 3am
And I've had a few
I still feel sick inside
But It starts to fade
When I put myself into
A blurry haze
You won't figure out the way I
Feel inside
When the lights go down
I always try to
Clear my head and
Bite my tongue
And tell myself it's not
Close to love
I'll write a book with
What I'll never say
I look at you and my mind
Goes away
So I'll take a breath
Give you one last look
And I'll fool myself into
Feeling good