Coffee and cigarettes are my only escape.
I got my cup of Joe, my pack of stokes,
And I'm on my way downtown, to
Set up shop, and sing my cares away.
So, won't you sing with me,
'Cause it's cold outside, and I'm feeling kinda lonely.
Friday nights are always the same in this town.
I'm looking up, but I'm feeling kind of down.
So, I'll light this cigarette and smoke the night away,
And I'll hope that Saturday will be the day
When everything feels okay.
Yeah, I have friends, but they have friends,
And they have parties, and I'm so akward.
So whatta ya say, just as friends, we see a movie
This weekend, alright? Okay.
