Cold brew

Good morning we're on the table

Where you made the cold brew before

Let's say time flies by your side

But it's the clock in my room the one that reminds me that

We're not longer special, it's just another day

In which you're part of this miracle, I pray

Each morning I see your face

Drawn on the glass of my microwave

And I can't help but wonder

What you and I would be if we weren't you and

I can't wait to get out and see