Too Many Cups of Coffee

Too many cups of coffee, for I was never your cup of tea.

I couldn't find you at the bottom of every cup, let alone creativity.

I've went through all this over and over, consider myself drunk.

All i can find down there is pitch ebony coloured gunk.

We were like Wallace & Vega, in dreams,

Perfect for each other or so it seems.

Pumpkin & Honey Bunny, guns up in a diner.

This is a robbery, for since then my heart was never finer.

Maybe you were just another star,

you were better to be admired from a far.

For love has never forced one to fall,

to be on their knees just so one would offer to call.

Do you listen to yourself sounding so dumb and pathetic?

You ought to grow up, you ought to be realistic.

This is not a movie, enough with the romantic semantics.

None can prove affection as clear, enough with the silly antics.

"You know, this is — excuse me — a damn fine cup of coffee!"

Special Agent Dale Cooper repeatedly remarked.

Slice me some cherry pie, with ice cream on the side - and leave me to be.

I swore between us, well, i should't make a fuss … 

but i swore that something sparked.