Cup at the End of the World

Wasting away in an urban cafe Watch it while it’s coming to life Listen to stories told throughout the day Weeding out the truth from the lies Watching some Stans with their faces in phones Think they’ve been ignoring the signs Cradled by ignorance, laughing at memes Wonder if they know what they’re like Ooo Having a cup at the end of the world Running low on sugar Ooo Having a cup at the end of the world Running low on cream Ooo Having a cup at the end of the world It’s so bitter I don’t Know if I’m gonna find A new kinda fuel To keep this car in drive Here come the frowns in their well-mannered suits Frothing at the mouth for their foam Soon they’ll be off on their scooters and trains Making way for their second homes Next come the writers with laptops and pain Exorcisms done in daylight Typing out demons until they get paid Safely stored in bags at their side Ooo Having a cup at the end of the world Running low on sugar Ooo Having a cup at the end of the world Running low on cream Ooo Having a cup at the end of the world It’s so bitter I don’t Know if I’m gonna find A new kinda fuel To keep this car in drive Finally a rush, with the late and the lit Rubbing at uncomfortable eyes Executives next to barely-dressed kids Ready to stay up for the night Wasted a day in this urban cafe Minutes til they’re kicking me out Into the streets with the rogue’s gallery Ready to get lost in the crowd Ooo Having a cup at the end of the world Running low on sugar Ooo Having a cup at the end of the world Running low on cream Ooo Having a cup at the end of the world It’s so bitter I don’t Know if I’m gonna find A new kinda fuel To keep this car in drive