every morning when i wake up
i hope that somebody has already made coffee

and i hope its burnt, murky, and black

so i can flip the **** out and scream out at the top of my lungs:
"who burnt this ******* coffee?!"

but no one ever makes the coffee
i guess i could scream at the top of my lungs:
"why isn't there any ******* coffee?!"

but i'm not the type to make demands
and i'm not the type to take a stand

i'm the type of person that burns the coffee
and i make the coffee every day