Eyeing up the dounuts that I’m dunking
This coffee pool is the mirror
The water I use to see clearer
My finger’s caught in the cup
I flip my frown and wash it down
to all the things you’re putting into your body
and suddenly I feel naughty
I think I might be talking too much
You say that I don’t listen
But it’s pretty hard to make myself cater
To what you’ll want later
I can’t just go on command
Here we go, here we go,
I see the anger creeping into your features
And suddenly you’re a teacher
You spilled my drink all ontop of me god damn you!