Bring my coffee to my bed
Cause I know you're a little behind in style
Girl, you've put my patience to the test
Like a clock that moves but goes nowhere
You'll look around for my check
You don't walk away from a good love
Cause you won't have a thing to do with this man
Your good intentions they never, ever seem to show
How could you grow so cold?
I was really wrong, now she's really gone.
