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.