There's a stain on my notebook
Where your coffee cup was,
And there's ash in the pages.
Now I've got myself lost.
I was writing to tell you
That my feelings tonight
Are a stain on my notebook
That rings your goodbye.
Now she's gone,
And I'm back on the beat,
A stain on my notebook
Says nothing to me.
Now she's gone
And I'm out with a friend
With lips full of passion
And coffee in bed.
With the way that you left me
I can hardly contain
The hurt and the anger
And the joy of the pain.
Now knowing I am single
They'll be fire in my eyes,
And a stain on my notebook
For a new love tonight.
Now she's gone,
And I'm back on the beat,
A stain on my notebook
Says nothing to me.
Now she's gone
And I'm out with a friend
With lips full of passion
And coffee in bed.
From the lips without passion
To the lips with a kiss,
There's nothing of your love
That I'll ever miss.
The stain on my notebook
Remains all that's left
Of the memory of late nights
And coffee in bed.
Now she's gone,
And I'm back on the beat,
A stain on my notebook
Says nothing to me.
Now she's gone
And I'm out with a friend
With lips full of passion
And coffee in bed.
