Cold Coffee

When I wake up so much later than I intended and you're not home
And I stumble to the kitchen to find my coffee cup cold and alone
Should I thank you for the favor
Stir it and nuke it, try to move on
And forget that acrid flavor that will linger with me all day long

Cold coffee, reheated
Well it never tastes quite the same
Cold coffee, I need it
Though the milk and the sugar have already begun to separate

What are you hiding?
What are you brewing?
Why do you filter your thoughts from me?
Do I make you stronger, or am I diluting
Your darkness, your power, and your reason to be?
Can I warm you up?
Refresh your cup?
Can I awaken you?
Can I awaken you?
Can I brighten your eyes?
Can I make that sun rise?
Can I awaken you?
Can I awaken you?

Is it too early for all these questions?
Do I taste bitter?
Do I taste sweet?
If I insist on cream and sugar
Did I ever really like the taste of your coffee?

Cold coffee, reheated
Well it never tastes quite the same
Cold coffee, I need it
Though the milk and the sugar have already begun to separate