Caffeine

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Claire Steakley

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The caffeine makes my heart race
When I’ve only had a little taste
Like when I see you on Sundays
I think I’m dying

I got too quiet, I got too bold
I got too used to coming home
And seeing you and hating you
For taking up every bit of space in the room
You can take my bread, I don’t mind that much
I just don’t know what I’m eating for lunch
Please don’t go, I don’t know what I’d do
If you weren’t the best thing in this room

I like your shirt, it’s funny how
The cactus is my state’s flower
Did you wear it for me, no, don’t be silly
I’m just a ridiculous human being
I like how we had plans but we didn’t do much
Besides sit in my bed and watch a lot
Of British TV, you think I’m cheeky
But I hate that word

The caffeine makes my heart race
When I’ve only had a little taste
Like when I see you on Sundays
I think I’m dying

Now that you’re gone, I don’t know what to do
I just sit in my chair and think of you
Except I can’t decide how to think of you
Should I just sulk around or should I write a tune
So I write a tune, it’s the best way to view
All the shitty things that happened with you
I don’t know what to do cause this shitty tune
Is just making it harder to think of you

The caffeine makes my heart race
When I’ve only had a little taste
Like when I see you on Sundays
I think I’m dying
The cracks and holes that make me me
You only see so surfacely
Something’s very wrong with me
I think I’m dying

I wanna play it back to the good ol’ days
Before New York came and went away
I’m stuck in a bed I regretfully made
And I hate the game I so want to play
And now you’re miles away
And I have no way to say
If the universe will ever let me see you again
It don’t work that way
But that’s what people say
It is, isn’t it

The caffeine makes my heart race
When I’ve only had a little taste
Like when I see you on Sundays
I think I’m dying
The cracks and holes that make me me
You only see so surfacely
Something’s very wrong with me
I think I’m dying

It was your last day and I thought you were gone
But you sat on my bed and the night was a con
I tried to look in your eyes but I was petrified
By the way you say Mark

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