Suicide By Coffee

The wound’s too deep You couldn’t sleep So you write And write And write And write As if you could Make it right The pain’s too strong You couldn’t eat So you cried And cried And cried And cried As if you could Make it light Honoré de Balzac and coffee The night is his reign Pages of his every fantastic dream From the dark that’s coming slowly A slow suicide by coffee The mind’s too sick You couldn’t speak So you hide And hide And hide And hide As if you could Let it die The day’s too long You couldn’t keep it So you lied And lied And lied And lied As if you could Paint it white Honoré de Balzac and coffee The night is his reign Pages of his every fantastic dream From the dark that’s coming slowly A slow suicide by coffee This is your Human Comedy Your Wild Ass’s Skin This is your magnum opus If you could keep it If you could hold it up to the light If you could make it through the night Honoré de Balzac and coffee The night is his reign Pages of his every fantastic dream From the dark that’s coming slowly A slow suicide by coffee Honoré de Balzac and coffee The night is his reign Pages of his every fantastic dream From the dark that’s coming slowly A slow suicide by coffee