Verse 1 Alarm clock committed attempted murder. I survived. Barely. Jury's still out. The mirror filed a formal complaint, Said, "We both know you're running on clout." Coffee's basically bean necromancy, Resurrecting corpses one sip at a time. I call it a liquid personality transplant. My therapist calls it "a coping design." Pre-Chorus Welcome to the grinder, sweetheart. Please keep all hands and dreams inside. Management regrets to inform you... Hope has been downsized. Chorus We're all just beans in a giant machine, Ground down by the gears of time. One bad Monday from becoming compost, Still brewing hope in the daily grind. Fill my cup with questionable choices, Splash in just enough caffeine. If existence is one long staff meeting... Can somebody mute the scream? Verse 2 The espresso machine has anger issues. The milk frother's clearly possessed. The decaf pot's an identity crisis. The muffin's under witness protection. Every coffee stain's a Rorschach test. Mine just spells "good enough." Even the napkins look emotionally unavailable. This café needs a group hug... or an exorcism. Bridge Maybe heaven has unlimited refills. Maybe hell serves decaf with a smile. Either way I'm tipping the barista— They've seen me ugly for quite a while. Final Chorus We're all just beans in a giant machine, Ground down by the gears of time. Still finding a reason to keep on brewing— Hope in the daily grind. If today's the punchline, laugh anyway. The universe loves terrible timing. Tomorrow's another beautifully caffeinated Crime scene disguised as a sunrise. Outro Order for: Existential Crisis! Extra hot. No lid. Good luck.
