Bitter sips in my
cup
Bitter sips I'd best drink up
How much would you pay for my thoughts?
Silent while others talk
Choked in the smoke they weave
Waiting for my chance to breathe.
Twenty-five cents for a cup
Twenty-five cents isn't much
Best to fill up my thoughts.
Newspaper runs like mascara
Wild with discontent
Staining my hands again this day.
Drain my cup to its end
My fortunes in the grinds
What if I don't like what they say?
Twenty-five cents for a thought
Twenty-five cents isn't much
To pay for bitter sips in my cup.
Bitter sips in my cup
Bitter sips I'd best drink up
How much would you pay for my thoughts?
Not much.
Bitter sips, best drink up.