9:45, Village Inn

I'm at the place we used to go
and I'm looking at the door everytime
someone comes in, hoping you'll show
even though you're never on my mind.

For so many years you were right there
helping me to make it through
until you didn't care to care
I swear I'm not waiting for you.

My coffee's been cold for hours now
and I've had so much my hands shake
and now I'm trying to figure how
I'm ready for the next wave of heartbreak.

Again, you're not at the door
and I'm remembering what you said
and thinking you don't come here anymore
and that our friendship really is dead.