[Instrumental] [high-tone subtle softness female vocal] Streetlights slip through the blinds like loose thread on the floor the kettle gives one short hiss I drop black steam into a mug set my phone face-down a text that never got sewn up I clear with one thumb Midnight coffee tastes a little raw tonight but it leaves me a place to put the parts I can’t line up Outside the window, nothing moves the fridge hums like a voice in another room one sip then another in this thin stretch before morning I almost fit myself again Midnight coffee in a kitchen full of steam everything I couldn’t say sinks loose to the bottom By the time the cup is empty I’m frayed a little less at the edges and I’ve got one more thing to pass to tomorrow-me Midnight coffee with no one watching I’m picking at the seams and waking up slowly[Instrumental]
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