Perfect Temperature Coffee

He gets up and makes his matchbox bed Puts on his little clothes and toasts his small bread Perfect temperature coffee, sipping out of a golf tee He knows his place, he knows how little space he takes Today he made a little mistake To him, its size feels oh-so-great He cries all day and night, he doesn’t recognize It doesn’t matter, he can start all over later Every day, we start from scratch And what we do is where we’rе at Every night, we count our pay And sometimеs we don’t do so great But all that matters in the end is How we feel about the time we spend Don’t trap yourself already You got this, oh you’re ready Last night he drank eleven drinks His friends all hate how highly of alcohol he thinks He wakes up puking, vodka smell on his skin Sent home from work, they think he’s wasted It isn’t over Until it’s really over Every day, we start from scratch And what we do is where we’re at Every night, we count our pay And sometimes we don’t do so great But all that matters in the end is How we feel about the time we spend I know that life got heavy You got this, oh you’re ready Every time we fuck up big Someone’s out there to fuck up with Every time we lose our shit Someone’s on their fourth or fifth Episode of total loss Sudden catastrophic costs As long as we all understand There is no such thing as plans We do everything we can And still fall off the caravan Any time you feel that way Just reach out, I promise it’s okay Every day, we start from scratch And what we do is where we’re at Every night, we count our pay And sometimes we don’t do so great But all that matters in the end is How we feel about the time we spend Don’t trap yourself already You got this, oh you’re ready [Childhood Nick] You will be remembered, and we all love you