When I wake up in the morning,
Everything seems dark to me
I want a cup of coffee
And four cigarettes
What's the meaning of all this?
What am I running to catch up to?
Half of my life is gone,
Without me even realizing it
An ashtray full of cigarette buts,
A cup with remains of coffee
All together in the garbage can
And the lid is closed
All together in the garbage can
And the lid is closed
But I get to the front door
And I look in the mirror
And instead of punching it,
I smile at the liar
And instead of punching it,
I smile at the liar