Coffee

She keeps her secrets to herself
'Cause she knows they would kill him

She doesn't talk much of her home
Or the feeling in her heart
Or the feelings in her bones
Or the reasons that she's cold, so cold

She keeps a photo in a frame
Next to her pillow
Don't know the faces anymore
But they remind her of her home
And the feeling In her bones
And the reasons that she's cold, so cold

She wakes up extra early
She pours a cup of coffee
Just to feel a buzz
At least it's something

He's got the fire in his heart
And it's been there forever
His mother always said, "my son
You're the brightest of the stars
And you will go very far
Just as long as
You don't give your heart to just anyone"

He's always moving never stops or slows for a minute
One of those fixerupper types
Who's got mending on the brain
And mending on the heart
Who takes other peoples scraps
And makes them beautiful

So he wakes up extra early
And he pours a cup of coffee
Though he doesn't need the buzz
It's just something

And she doesn't want to be his burden
No she doesn't want to be his project
But she must admit it feels awfully good to be wanted

And he doesn't want to be her saviour
No he knows it's not his job to try and fix her
But he must admit it feels awfully good
To see her smile

So they wake up extra early
And they go and meet for coffee
And she feels that special buzz
Without drinking anything