Coffee Talk
lord knows i don't have any money
and i doubt i ever will
but if i did i'd throw diamonds at your feet
buy a house for you to sleep in
and plant rows of morning glories along the driveway
or maybe i could take you out for pancakes
to your favourite breakfast place
and we'd drink orange juice
and laugh and be hungover
get rambunctious spill our coffee
and take up space
i wanna buy your breakfast
wrap you up in a silver necklace
wanna be bored with you
do chores with you
cross swords with you
i wanna ask how your day's been
we can talk shit about our husbands
paint your toenails you paint mine
while we split a bottle of cheap-ass table wine
i'm happy cuz i know you speak my language
and i guess you always have
you see what i see
when i fret about absurdities
or focus on anomalies
that no one else would really understand
let's wax poetic and dish secrets
i know you've got a few
you bitch
don't lie to me
i know when you've been hiding things
i've learned to recognize that little twinkle in the corner of your eyes
can't think of a better way to spend my day
than talking smack and knocking back a few with you
but we've still got bills to pay
and these days you seem so far away