Garbage - Cup of Coffee

I listened to this song for years after we first parted ways. 

"You told me you don't love me 
Over a cup of coffee 
And I just have to look away 
A million miles between us 
Planets crash into dust 
I just let it fade away 

I'm walking empty streets 
Hoping we might meet 
I see your car parked on the road 
The light on at your window 
I know for sure that you're home 
But I just have to pass on by 

So no, of course, we can't be friends 
Not while I'm still this obsessed 
I guess I always knew the score 
This is how our story ends 

I smoke your brand of cigarettes 
And pray that you might give me a call 
I lie around on bed all day just staring at the walls 
Hanging round bars at night 
Wishing I had never been born 
And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home 

So no, of course, we can't be friends 
Not while I still feel like this 
I guess I always knew the score 
This is where our story ends 

You left behind some clothes 
My belly summersaults when I pick them off the floor 
My friends all say they're worried 
I'm looking far too skinny 
I've stopped returning all their calls 

And no, of course, we can't be friends 
Not while I'm still so obsessed 
I want to ask where I went wrong 
But don't say anything at all 

It took a cup of coffee 
To prove that you don't love me"


I always pictured your house in the Presidio when she sings "light on at your window, I know for sure that you're home," thought of all the times my heart skipped beats looking at the license plates of every white Mercedes I saw, hoping they would be the ones from your mom's car that I had committed to memory.

I thought of the pants and shirt of yours you gave me that I wore to sleep in every night for years.