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

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