I miss the warm days of youth,
Of being a fool in love,
But these cold days aren’t so bad.
Quiet loneliness,
Like a cup of black coffee,
Takes getting used to.
I miss the warm days of youth,
Of being a fool in love,
But these cold days aren’t so bad.
Quiet loneliness,
Like a cup of black coffee,
Takes getting used to.
Discarded Recollections 