My life is like a line,
A line that stretches out between the place you live and mine.
If those are A and C,
Then in between the two is the place you work, we'll call that B.
I go there twice each day,
The 7:30 minute walk to get to the cafe.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
A bee might hate the hive,
but faithfully returns each day in order to survive,
And I am like that bee,
I sit there while I dream of you in A or me in C.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
It's quite a useless strive,
But at least to feel with such intensity proves I'm alive.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
I love you pouring coffee,
It makes it taste quite lovely,
The wind in your hair,
The dresses you wear
Are the highlights of my days.
So I'll stay a little longer
Until I can't get any drunker,
But I do it for you,
If only you knew
How much I hate that place.