(1 2 a 1 2 3 4)
Setting his phone in his pocket, Tweek turned the volume all the way up. The hum of the song could be heard softly from anywhere in the empty coffee shop
(Coffee and Cigarettes are my only escape.)
He picked up his surprisingly still hot coffee cup from the counter, knowing itd be the last cup from Tweak Bros ever made, atleast this one wasn't laced with meth like the others he was made to sell
(I got my cup of Joe, my pack of stokes,)
Taking a sip of the hot coffee he hummed along with the song, taping his side pockect to make sure the small white box of cigarettes were still there. The one he and Craig shared
(And I'm on my way downtown, to
Set up shop, and sing my cares away.)
The first time he opened the shop while his parents were away was the same as the rest. Nothing special happen, yet he had a huge responsabitly.
(So, won't you sing with me,
'Cause it's cold outside, and I'm feeling kinda lonely)
Tweek had asked Craig to come with him this time since he didnt feel like he could handle opening the shop alone. He fumbled with the keys, the mittens he was forced to used were too thick, though it was for the best, a snowstorm was aproching and he was bundled up against the cold along with Craig who was behind him, egar to get away from the cold, as he opened the shop, the same song was the first noise to ring through out the shop.
(Friday nights are always the same in this town)
When they closed that night Tweek felt a huge rush of relief as they walked to Craigs' truck, happy to not have to deal with that again for a long time
(I'm looking up, but I'm feeling kind of down.)
Tweek took a last glance around before stepping out, a wave of sadness washed over him as the click of the key locking the door for the last time was heard.
(So, I'll light this cigarette and smoke the night away,)
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it after putting the keys in his pocket, seeing Craig pull up
(And I'll hope that Saturday will be the day)
