ANYMORE

NOT SURE IF YOU MAKE ME COFFEE ANYMORE

Marius Presterud

NOT SURE IF YOU MAKE ME COFFEE ANYMORE Or just leave me yours But you do Rouse me

The CK One in the hallways and doorways of our home Your hazy voice on the telephone The way you gently close your door to masturbate And how your hidden moans Find their own way to me

I see you’ve put your toothbrush in my glass again Do I put it back In its hole? Should I be hanging my coat On top of yours?

(Of course)

I won’t ask I’ll keep it to myself I have to keep my senses

You don’t always return my stuff