7am<br /><br />They said that I’d forget you,<br />and I knew it wasn’t true.<br />But sometimes I wake up now,<br />and my heart’s no longer blue.<br /><br />I press the Keurig button,<br />dancing across the room—<br />Sometimes it’s nearly seven,<br />before I’ve thought of you.<br /><br />And though we sleep together,<br />all night side by side,<br />one day I’ll have my coffee<br />without you in my mind.