I drink too much coffee
smoke too many cigarettes
with the taste of last nights beer
still lingering on my tongue
I keep asking what I'm doing here
but it's the only world I know
with my paint-stained,
nicotine-glided fingers
I used to think it was cool
now they're calling on the phone
and they're texting me messages
asking what I'm doing tonight
there's a new club downtown
think we should check it out
so I leave the canvas, leave the dream
and head out for my funeral
lets hope it's atleast obscene
'cause we sit in these bars,
where the beer is cheap
we talk of life and art
and try to be funny
if we can't be smart
have you seen my coffin
I've painted it in the colour of your lips
and someone tagged it on facebook
as the judas and the king
have you seen my coffin
crafted in the latest style
yeah you know it's so DIY
how can we be so broke
and still afford the beer
will we ever even do,
what we've been talking about here
another cigarette and another dream
another cup of coffee and another scheme
welcome to my funeral
atleast it's obscene
