Starbucks

I walk outside
And see a light
It's not your car
I wanna die
I'm sick of bein' left here all alone
I sit here try to call you
Goes to voicemail on your phone
Things are really not that great
I'm done with bein' trashed
On the way home from being stood up
I want my car to crash
This is a generic chorus I don't care about anymore
I lose my motivation
As soon as I walk through that door
What's wrong with me?
Why can't I see?
These people leave
And treat me horribly
2 p.m. at Starbucks
You said you'd be here
But you're nowhere to be found
There's nothing to do
But contort my muscles
Into the shape of a frown
Flowers slowly dying as I wait here by myself
When I get home I'm grabbin' somethin' from the top shelf
This is a generic chorus I don't care about anymore
I lose my motivation
As soon as I walk through that door
What's wrong with me?
Why can't I see?
These people leave
And treat me horribly



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Johnson
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