Two dollars, twenty-seven cents 
January seventeenth, 2006 
Here in a diner with my friends 
Talking about how the year went 
few years later I walk in 
Patty knew my drink 
And she asks where the [bad word] we've been 
You used [bad word] 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