Cold Coffee

Don't say that the day could be wasted When you started with a cup of cold coffee in the morning Don't say that the day could be wasted When you started with a cup of cold coffee in the morning A cup of coffee in my hand at the window sill Don't interrupt me, need a second to prepare myself The job, the bills, the boss, the girlfriend and your father's wife Your body hurts, the sky is cloudy and you feel the tired What the hell did just happen last evening Ten missed calls on the tattoo on your sleeve You got dirty shoes and red blood on your ceiling Where's your dog and who shared your sheets Got wasted legs and scratched up knees Got late to bed and less to sleep The morning's dead, slow on my feet Today you cannot count on me Don't say that the day could be wasted When you started with a cup of cold coffee in the morning Don't say that the day could be wasted When you started with a cup of cold coffee in the morning