Coffee and Cigarettes

I want your honest answer 

Not the tale you tell when it's hard to tell 

if the way you've weighed 

the situation is wrong 

Not the deflection you use  

to mask your perception and views 

when it's just too hard to make the connection 

between what's really going on 

I want the story of you, Unabridged 

Tell me how you choose to live 

what you take, what you give  

who you blame, who you forgive 

The story of: What's so special about us? 

Of why we're all in such a rush  

to whisper our love and scream our lust  

when our hearts demand we shout to the world 

yet our sex takes place behind closed doors 

What's your definition of rich?  

Because often I've found the poorest men  

are those who've found their personal zen 

through money that entices 

them to drown inside their vices 

such a shame we keep subscribing 

to this trend 

How meaningful was your first date? 

Was it love that killed it, or was it hate 

and afterwards, with the hours late 

alone in your bed, did you contemplate 

the things you wished you could say 

and how closely, to me, could you relate 

when I say that for years, my shoulders ached  

from carrying with me, that same weight 

that I know you still hold to this day 

How much of your time has been well spent? 

I want to hear what you'd amend 

The things you're proud of, the things you regret 

for your sake, to get it off your chest 

or if not for yours, to some extent 

for mine, just to here you vent 

over coffee and a cigarette.