You told me you don't love me. Over a cup of coffee. And I just have to look away. A million miles between us. Planets crash into dust. I just let it fade away. I'm walking empty streets. Hoping we might meet. I see your car parked on the road. The light on at your window. I know for sure that you're home. But I just have to pass on by. So no of course we can't be friends. Not while I'm still this obsessed. I guess I always knew the score. This is how our story ends. I smoke your brand of cigarettes. And pray that you might give me a call. I lie around on bed all day just staring at the walls. Hanging round bars at night. Wishing I had never been born. And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home. So no of course we can't be friends. Not while I still feel like this. I guess I always knew the score. This is where our story ends. You left behind some clothes. My belly summersaults. When I pick them off the floor. My friends all say they're worried. I'm looking far too skinny. I've stopped returning all their calls. And no of course we can't be friends. Not while I'm still so obsessed. I want to ask where I went wrong. But don't say anything at all. It took a cup of coffee. To prove that you don't love me