two dollars twenty seven cents january seventeenth 2006 here in a diner with my friends talking about how the year went a few years later i walk in patty knew my drink and she asks where the hell we ve been you used to come here every night it s not the same without you kids i cut my hand on a piece of glass the time we found dave half dead in the parking lot spent the rest of the night in the er i cut my hand on a piece of glass and i hope the scar lasts so i don t forget that there s been a table for me there through coffee eyes and blank stares our late night affairs there s always been a table for me there so you can try to forget or say it s the past you know you ll always end up right back where you left i ended up here late at night on thanksgiving the fall that colleen left this was the place to call home when it felt like the world didn t want us i watched mike slash mon s tires we laughed about it later i watched friendships dissolve in the booth on the back wall i cut my hand on a piece of glass and i hope the scar lasts there s been a table for me there through coffee eyes and blank stares our late night affairs there s always been a table for me there so you can try to forget or say it s the past you know you ll always end up right back where you left there s always been a table for me there there s always been a table for me there there s always been a table for me there through all of the years there s always been a table for me there through all of the years there s always been a table for me there through all of the years there s always been a table for me there2