Walking to the corner store
To get some quarters
They say they don’t have any
Something ‘bout a shortage
Guess it doesn’t matter anyway
Cuz I can’t change for you
No it doesn’t matter anyway
Cuz I can’t change for you
I’m so fucking funny
I’m so fucking clever
Everything that comes out of my mouth
Reads like an Edith Wharton letter
But I can’t seem to stop
Messing everything up
The cup’s not half full or half empty
It’s just a fucking cup