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, 
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, 
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, 
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.