Now I know we come from two different worlds, but we share the same cup, don't we? I know you've bean through a lot, but I can't help that I like to leaf the party a bit early. I'm just not made to be roasted like you. It's funny though, because you're the early riser and I'm the last thing you'll taste before you fall asleep, but I can make myself a breakfast type if you want. They tell me that spending big bucks on the stars is dangerous, but I just become green with envy when I see you in the hands of others. Oh, it's simply been t-oolong and my buddy Earl is too grey to pick me up out of the caffeine crash I've been stuck in. We both play it cool like cream and our words are sugary sweet, but I couldn't bear to see you spoon with another. Being away has me grind my teeth, and I can't find the right blend of music to forget about you.

I'm sorry I tend to collect at the bottom of mugs, but you always leave me holding the bag. I know some of your days are darker than others, but baby I only get stronger the longer I steep. However, I can't loose leaf over you anymore, we've both been in hot water in the past, but that's what makes us so special. We may come from different places, but in the end we do the same thing, and we're able to be hot and cold. Beleaf me, I don't want to bean-yone else's, so let's get steamy and warm each other up before things get too bitter. I'll let you decide what spoon you want to be, and I'll change to any color you want. I'll even filter myself to make you happy enough to stop spitting your acid towards me. Baby, you warm my heart like no other, and we both have a tendency to fog some glasses. You can't coffee a feeling like this with any other drink, so stay in my hands, and let me put my lips to yours.