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



Credits
Writer(s): Bastian Hohnke
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