Left Over Coffee

Looks like I've done it again
Tried to give my last breath
But it was all that I had
So I wrote with my pen
Try to call you my friend
Becoming more at your request

Who's going to finish my coffee now that you're gone?

Looks like I've done it again
Try to be all I am
Not enough to have your hand
So I travelled far
With your letters in my hand
Sit and stand with confidence

Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone?
Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone?

Looks like I've done it again
Put my trust in a man
Laid my guard down next to him
But I can breathe on my own
I do not need his backbone
Though it was nice sometimes to lean
Now I seem lost and in between

Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone?
Why do words sometimes grow weak as time goes on?