Free Coffee (Remastered Remix)

Ben Folds - Free Coffee

Called in sick one day

stepped out my front door

squinted up at the sky

And strapped on my backpack

Got into a band

and when I returned I had

Ex-wives and children,

Boxes of photographs

And they gave me some food

And they didn't charge me

And they gave me some coffee

And they didn't charge me

And when I was broke I needed it more

But now that I'm rich, they give me coffee

Eating an ice-cream cone

Texting with my thumbs

The state of the asshole

Who pulled into my lane

Life could be longer than it's cracked up to be

You get new cells every seven years

I feel seven today;

It's a good day to die again

And they gave me some food

And they didn't charge me

And they gave me some coffee

And they didn't charge me

And when I was broke I needed it more

But now that I'm rich, they give me coffee