The Fight In The Cafe

It hurts to say
What I mess you've made
But thanks anyway,for
The wine and the bouquet.

I can't see it all (Don't bother)
My eyes will fall. (Don't bother)
What I fell. (Don't bother)
Can't conceal. (Don't bother)

I guess I feel
I feel like shit too
This pain isn't real
Unless it's true
I can't see it all...

And so cliché
Slow motion ballet
We fight in the café
And you drop down the tray.