Smell the Coffee(rough draft)

The bigger the pile, the bigger the hole.
On a space rock, fighting with knives while we argue over souls.
I’ve got a creeping feeling telling me the things I see will never change.
But someone told me the only promise you get, is nothing stays the same.
      The bad days can make it hard to see the sunlight shining through.
The sky can be in any color you life, red purple or blue.
So you can call your shrink and tell them how you’re sweating/begging for a change.
But what will you do, when they look at you and say “nothing ever stays the same”.

You’d better wake up and smell the coffee.
Things can tend to happen faster than you think.
You’d better wake up and smell the coffee.
No matter where you go you’ll see good bad and ugly,
Wake up and smell the coffee.
The world don’t change just to suit your fancy.
So maybe you should take a hint
And find a way to make yourself happy.


Y’all can build the south wall. The thing is that they tend to fall.
Hardly ever effective, 1989, it can tell it all.
Sure we’ve got issues, and too many dudes with points to prove.
But what do we become, when we cut out love from the things we do?
     The bad days seem to only highlight the rain..
You look down to dry your eyes, and miss the rainbow that was made.
It’s the hardest thing to believe in yourself, because you can’t leave
Hope is a fantasy, and you’ve got more strength than you can see.

You’d better wake up and smell the coffee.