**** this coffee shop life
I'm making college a cliché, it's my bright new idea
I spend all day getting nothing done
I'm poor, I'm cold, I'm sad, and all my clothes smell like coffee grounds
I want to smoke a thousand cigarettes and come out pretty on the other side
Drunk and stumbling, no longer waiting for the phone to ring
No longer afraid of all the time I'll have to walk until I die
The secret that's been nagging at my brain all day,
Like the word I can't remember, the one that would make my point perfectly
Is that I was less lonely before love
Less lonely alone
Nothing new, we've always known
I'm only very bitter