I make terrible coffee
hate the stuff myself
but this is what you do, right?
This is what you do
when you want to talk it out
want to say it all
and not have it sound like the last time
again this isn’t like the last time

patience is a virtue and I think one can change
without the curse of the full moon
I think one can reshape the stuff he’s made of
but how can I prove it to you?

It’s gonna take a hell of a lot of cream and sugar
to make this sweet
with all sincerity and none of the cunning
let me repeat
I’m the wolf who cried boy
and no one came running

You know how I’ve lied
and I hate myself for it
but you never gave up on me, right?
You never gave up
One more chance is all I ask
to make you believe
and not let you down like the last time
I won’t let you down like the last time

trust is its own reward and I think I deserve it
you’ve turned this predator into prey
with the smell of blood and coffee in the air
it’s all I can do not to howl “Stay”

But I worked my charm while she just stared at her spoon
though neither stirred
Before the cup was cool I knew that she was going
And she got the final word
(as she said) “You’re the wolf who cried boy
but your fangs are showing”