You’re like burnt coffee
Bitter and hot
You’re like a Monday morning in mid May
You’re like the last drag of a cigarette
You’re like a paper-cut waiting to happen
You’re like the end of a terribly shit film
That took hours out of your day to sit down and hope for a worthy minute or so
You’re like sixty stinging sunburns
Blistering the trial and error
You’re like a handrail in central London
You’re almost enough for me
It\'s unfortunate
That you\'re like them and they\'re not like you.