Cafe

If you wear your hair up in this shape around your neck

I'll wait outside until my memory won't forget

I am too eager and too easily upset

Because the bed beneath stopped moving while I slept

You made it very clear, no business being here

I filled the picture up, I filled my empty cup

I've run out of ways to walk across the evening route

Sometimes on Sundays I get dressed up in a suit

For no good reason but the moment in the day

When I can walk across the road by your café

We take a walk sometime, see flowers, drink some wine