It’s 8am we’re at the table
Say good morning but we’re not able
to look into each other's eyes.
My hands begin to tremble
In my heart I can’t remember
the last time I slept through the night.
You’re so bitter and cold
Our young loves grown old
I’ll never know why or just how

Like yesterday’s coffee
I’m no use to you now
Like yesterday’s coffee
In the drain I go down.

I’m in the bed all alone
I hear you whisper on the phone
you don’t think that I treat you right
I work my hands to the bone
walk the three miles back home
If you asked me to leave I just might
You must have known from the cradle
a love like yours can be fatal
And you’ll get rid of me somehow

Like yesterday’s coffee
I’m no use to you now
Like yesterday’s coffee
In the drain I go down.