Coffee and cigarettes
It's a cup full of regret
Empty, yet always half
Full
She's sitting all by herself
Yet surrounded by many friends
It's a sad tale
This is the way it always goes
The cliche girl with the perfect life
Perfect hair, that perfect smile
Practiced hard
And fixed into place
Never seems to try too hard
Never seems to be caught off guard
Never lets on about that man
Invading her private space
Coffee and cigarettes
It's a cup full of regret
Empty, yet always half
Full
He's sitting all by himself
Yet surrounded by many friends
It's a sad tale
This is the way it goes
The cliche boy with the perfect life
Money, Girls and he's always high
Except when he fixes up
That early morning drink
Every week it's a new car
Every day he's at the bar
Every night he screams alone
Just like the boy he killed
Coffee and cigarettes
It's a cup full of regret
Empty, yet always half
Full
