За чашкой кофе, мимоходом, он сказал ей, что больше ее не любит. Она просто отвела взгляд – но между ними тут же  пролегли  миллионы миль, планеты разлетелись в пыль и след их простыл… Печальная эта история случается чуть ли не каждый день в разных вариациях, но когда такая неприятность произошла с Ширли Мэнсон, музыкальный мир обогатился еще одной прекрасной лирической песней колектива с суровым названием Garbage. (Как это эный умудрился разлюбить эдакую барышню? Не понимаю я).

Garbage – Cup of Coffee

You tell me you don’t love me over a cup of coffee
And I just have to look away
A million miles between us
Planets crashing to dust
I just let it fade awayI’m walking empty streets
Hoping we might meet
I see your car parked on the road
The light on at your window
I know for sure that you’re home
But I just have to pass on bySo no of course we can’t be friends
Not while I’m still this obsessed
I guess I always knew the score
This is how our story ends

I smoke your brand of cigarettes
And pray that you might give me a call
I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls
Hanging round bars at night wishing I had never been born
And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home

So no of course we can’t be friends
Not while I still feel like this
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends

You left behind some clothes
My belly summersaults

When I pick them off the floor
My friends all say they’re worried
I’m looking far too skinny
I’ve stopped returning all their calls

And no of course we can’t be friends
Not while I’m still so obsessed
I want to ask where I went wrong
But don’t say anything at all

It took a cup of coffee
To prove that you don’t love me