Coffee-Rum

Declare, I dare not

How you have me

All of me

You have my heart 

It has been egged, scarred

Even after all these years, it is still with a taint of old coffee 

And the scent of old rum 

Live with the damaged heart 

Let it heal in your arms 

Maybe I'll be cleaner 

Somehow, if I won't 

Will you hang in there for a little while 

Maybe it'll be bearable 

And if it won't be 

Then let's part our ways 

For good 

Just to rinse off that coffee-rum scent 

And the old rotten egg smell