She pulled him out, she fell right in.
She told him just to let her swim.

The coffee spilled, it always does,
and she got mad because he was.

Sometimes it all spills a little
when you’re swimming upstream.
Rarely is it good if you don’t ever dream.
Always be open when fighting your wars.
You can be busy and still be bored.
Follow your heart and find fresh air,
but running away will never get you there.

Anyway, back to his morning.
Flick, sip, morning, say hello.
That was his every morning.

The coffee’s fresh, it always is.
He likes her heart and she likes his.

He sends her words for her to hold
at times when she has lost control.

Sometimes it all spills a little
when you’re swimming all the way upstream.

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