People like rows of coffee cups
Standing in line for hours
And waiting for a song
They stand around saying anything
To fill the hours with thoughts
Or maybe keep the silence off
Like rows of coffee cups
They make their faint impression there
Where the wood meets life's regression
The grain is against their thoughts
Their songs won't wait
Like rows of coffee cups
They make no more
Hours or stands in the silence
They have no more names to whisper
People to them were nothing
But rows and rows of coffee cups
They drank too deep of some of them
Or sipped far too quick
These rows and rows of coffee cups
That seemed to never end
They broke their hearts like coffee cups
Shattered ceramic on the floor
They threw away those coffee cups
And then set them up again
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