Profane MuthaFucka's Journal: Squeeze me

Black Coffee in bed:

Now shes gone
And Im back on the beat
A stain on my notebook
Says nothing to me
Now shes gone
And Im out with a friend
With lips full of passion
And coffee in bed

That song means nothing to me, but the opposite does:

My wife hasn't left me
I'm such a loser
A stain on my notebook
Is talking to me
Now she's yelling at me
I don't have any friends
Lips full of vodka
And coffee in front of my computer