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 always 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 there
