Caffeine (Is Going To Kill You)

I said I couldn't get enough of this feeling

then I just threw it up everywhere.

I get queasy from even the slightest whiff

of coffee roasting in the air.

My tea is slowly coursing cold

as the windshield tastes the first frost.

And I can't see the road anymore.

I'm starved, quavering. Someplace, lost.

And falling asleep.

And falling asleep.

My Coke, I'll do my best to keep.