Can’t Smell The Coffee
Doom
No let up
From the moment I get up
Can’t smell the coffee
‘Cos there’s somewhere else I’ve gotta be
Full on
Gotta get this done
Not enough hours
To stop and smell the flowers
Need a pause
Feet ain’t touching floors
Fit to drop
Need to stop
Slacken the pace
A mere hours grace
Leave me alone
Get the fuck-out my face
Running
Just to stand still
Burning out
Feeling so fucking ill
Need a pause
Feet ain’t touching floors
Fit to drop
Need to stop
It just makes me want to rip out the phone
Draw all the curtains
Pretend I’m not at home
Don’t want to talk
To you anymore
Fuck it! Just want to nail up my door
Daily grind
Grinding me down
Miserable
Permanently frown
Time to reflect
On the good things in life
Not a drone working flat-out
In this hive we call life
Need a pause
Feet ain’t touching floors
Fit to drop
Need to stop
It don’t mean that I’m saying
I want nothing to do
Just a break from the madness
For a moment or two
