regulations

I guess it's a new day
I want to make two coffees
I forget you are gone
Them
So don't get mad at bedding
Little wars are bad thoughts
It was always what you want
The time has come for a tough test
Will I pass it, I'm sorry
That I can live at the bottom
Take one hundred thoughts
I believe somewhere you get up too
You want to make two coffees
It is not easy to believe that
That something is eternal
One gesture is not enough
To scare me
How not to admit
To my own tears
And how do I tell you that