The bitter taste of cheap coffee bites as it passes my lips, i stare down into its darkness and the emptiness is all that I get
Isn't this brew supposed to wake me wake me from god given sleep. I drink deep but only feel tired, tired of where I am
My mind it tends to wander as I stare at the wall, the waitress offers another cup I tell her I didn't want this one at all
Do you ever wonder why we chose to walk this path of sleepless nights and endless fights just to stay alive
Its only three days to the weekend where I can see my friends
Its only three days to the weekend, where i can be myself
Three days to the weekend
Three days to the weekend
Three days to the weekend