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 [bad word] 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'm single
There'll be fire in my eyes
And a stain on my notebook
For a new love tonight [bad word] 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
Of the memory of late nights
And coffee in bed [bad word]