[Instrumental] Streetlights bleed through the blinds painting stripes across the floor the kettle’s small hiss feels close I drop black steam into a mug set down my phone face-down a message I’ll never send I erase with one thumb Midnight coffee tastes a little bitter tonight but it gives me somewhere to leave the reason I’m still awake Outside the window, it’s too still the fridge motor sounds like someone talking one sip then another just in this stretch before morning I can almost feel normal Midnight coffee in a room blurred with steam everything I couldn’t say sinks like sugar to the bottom By the time the cup is empty I’m a little less heavy and I’ve got one more thing to hand tomorrow-me Midnight coffee at a pace nobody sees I’m thinning out the night and waking up slowly[Instrumental]
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