Cold coffee on the table,
I'm running for the bus now.
Cold coffee on the table,
I'm running for the bus now.
You're lying on the kitchen floor,
And pour a glass.
You're lying on the kitchen floor,
And pour a glass.
Sometimes you drink and then you dance around the kitchen,
You put on eighties' music and you make me listen,
For like hours straight, no escape, Devo's really not that great,
I hate when you forget my name.
Holes in your brain, those times she tried to overdose,
Kitchen floor and comatose,
Hiding hydrogen peroxide,
Throwing up your piece of toast.
Michael Hutchens could never save you,
I'll never hate you, just let me run away,
Or put the rum away.
Cold coffee on the table,
I'm running for the bus now.
Cold coffee on the table,
I'm running for the bus now.
You're lying on the kitchen floor,
And pour a glass.
You're lying on the kitchen floor,
And pour a glass.
Kinda like Miss Hannigan when she was Cameron Diaz,
You could have been a superstar but should have been in rehab,
In that INXS video you said you were fat,
But you were so beautiful,
What's up with that? Huh.
Released in 1990 but you never really flew,
You'll stay on Centrelink, realistically commit successfully,
And maybe it was prophecy all along that,
You would be a suicide blonde.
Cold coffee on the table,
I'm running for the bus now.
Cold coffee on the table,
I'm running for the bus now.
You're lying on the kitchen floor,
And pour a glass.
You're lying on the kitchen floor,
And pour a glass.
Cold coffee on the table,
I'm running for the bus now.
Cold coffee on the table,
I'm running for the bus now.
You're lying on the kitchen floor,
And pour a glass.
You're lying on the kitchen floor,
And pour a glass.
