now it’s just me, my espresso and the ghost of you,
the spirit of your memories, together in our solitude.
instead of two americanos, just a single fresh brew.
and I switched to americano just for you,
ah! love what it makes you do.
and your love was just like my fresh brew,
addictive and soon I was in the grasp of you.
just like my coffee, was my love for you
needed you to guide me through a tiring day.
your passion, my solace on a hectic day.
and your love was just like my fresh brew,
energetic and aromatic, like nectar for youth.
just like my fresh brew, my love for you,
made my heartbeat race, the more I had of you.