Coffee Thoughts

My coffee stain is turned down, I sit and watch it burn no longer

You don't want my feelings to be told

I, I think I can help you, only I'm dead...

Discussing how I've been feeling is worthless

No one will know, my brain is numb

Screaming as I do, when I think.. what am I? I don't know!

(What you say?)

Here comes the coffee man!

(Coming clean)

And fresh new groove for you!

(And stay away)

The mud is seeping through!

(Every night)

It'll clean out your ears...

(What you say?)

Here comes the coffee man!

(Coming clean)

And fresh new depth for you!

(And stay away)

The mud is seeping through!

(Every night)

It'll clean out your ears

James A Folger, a roasted soldier

1859, he started to burn

Corn field, coffee bean, started to swing in my sink

Started a swing in my sink

I gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta get another sip

Of the funky full flavor, automatic drip

Funky full flavor, automatic drip

Me myself and I, an odd combination

Open bread and beedy bread

I think I can bear too, I think for me I can bear too

Wash me clean with coffein!

(It's mental!)

(Stadanio!)

My story has been told you never know

I... give... I give up...