The Closets - Portrait of My Own (Live) Lyrics

Would you like some coffee?
No set charge or fee
Would you like some Splenda?
You must have some kind of agenda
Would you like some sugar?
Oh thank you, but I'd rather guitar pick a booger
I like my coffee black
Straight forward as a panic attack
This out of tune guitar sounds like a sitar
Sounds like I'm some sorta retard
Oh, but that's not politically correct
Manic depression's quite the birth defect

Here's a chord change
To show how I know music's arranged
Never see the portrait of my own
Turn away from the culprit that turns me into stone

Complacency disguises decency, as a cup of coffee waits for the one of us
Add sugar and cream, if you must
Filter through the blackness that lies inside the pot
Until every grain of coffee ground is caught
It smoothens the product but distorts the taste
If only one realized the grounds shouldn't have gone to waste
Drop the tea bag in the drink
Ring your rag and turn on the sink
Rippling hides in front of you
Dripping tides swift in shades of blue

Here's a chord change
To show how I know music's arranged
Never see the portrait of my own
Turn away from the culprit that turns me into stone