"Bad Coffee"—Crooked Timber

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Bad Coffee

(Music and lyrics by Scott Ryan)

I laugh
When I pull out your photograph
To think I ever wanted you to be my better half—
No, I couldn't tell you now
What I was thinking then. (Oh, no.)

Time was
I'd listen to you just because,
But it'd do me just exactly like it always does—
I don't aim
To be slipped into your pocket once again. (Oh, no.)

          Now I don't know
          Why you're standing in my doorway
          And I don't care
          What you're wanting me to do;
          Life's too short
          To drink bad coffee
          And time's too precious
          To waste on you . . .

                    So goodbye—
                    It's time for you to travel.
                    Now goodbye—
                    I've got a lot to do,
                    So goodbye—
                    Agitate the gravel
                    'Cause I've had about enough of you.
                    Yeah, I've had about enough of you.

I find
That even when you're on my mind
It seems my thoughts of you are often somewhat less than kind.
But I couldn't have told you then
What I'd be thinking now. (Oh, no.)

Time was
I'd think about you just because,
But it'd do me just exactly like it always does—
Baby, you just eat away my soul somehow. (Oh, no.)

          Now I don't know
          What you're standing in my door for;
          I don't give a damn
          What you're wanting me to do.
          Life's too short
          To drink bad coffee
          And I'm too precious
          To waste on you . . .

                    So goodbye—
                    It's time for you to travel.
                    Now goodbye—
                    I've got a lot to do,
                    So goodbye—
                    Agitate the gravel
                    'Cause I've had about enough of you.
                    Yeah, I've had about enough of you.
                    Well, I've had about enough of you.
                    Yeah, I've had about enough of you.

(Oh, yeah. Agitate the gravel.)