coffee eyes

two dollars

twenty-seven cents

january seventeenth

2006

here in a diner with my friends

talking about how the year went

a few years later i walk in

patty knew my drink

and she asks where the hell we've been

you used to come here every night

it's not the same without you kids

i cut my hand on a piece of glass

the time we found dave half dead in the parking lot

spent the rest of the night in the er

i cut my hand on a piece of glass

and i hope the scar lasts

so i don't forget that

there's been a table for me there

through coffee eyes and blank stares

our late night affairs

there's always been a table for me there

so you can try to forget or say it's the past

you know you'll always end up right back where you left

i ended up here late at night on thanksgiving

the fall that colleen left

this was the place to call home

when it felt like the world didn't want us

i watched mike slash mon's tires

we laughed about it later

i watched friendships dissolve

in the booth on the back wall

i cut my hand on a piece of glass

and i hope the scar lasts

there's always been a table for me there

through coffee eyes and blank stares

our late night affairs

there's always been a table for me there

so you can try to forget or say it's the past

you know you'll always end up right back where you left

there's always been a table for me there

there's always been a table for me there

there's always been a table for me there

through all of the years

there's always been a table for me there

through all of the years

there's always been a table for me there

through all of the years

there's always been a table for me there