First PSL

**VERSE 1** September second, seven fifty-two You texted me a picture of a cup before I even had my shoes The seasonal menu dropped and honey you were ready You said come meet me, I said I'm already on my way **VERSE 2** There's a line around the corner and you saved me my place You had the order memorized, you know exactly what I take I'm not really sure if it's the coffee or the cool air Or just that any morning with you in it tastes like something rare **PRE-CHORUS** It's silly, I know it's silly But every year it feels like the whole world gets a little softer When that orange cup appears And you appear beside it --- **CHORUS** First PSL of the season, first crisp morning of the fall First time I reached for something warm and you were there at all It's pumpkin spice and everything and nothing all at once It's the smallest kind of happy that turns out to be enough Give me fall, give me this, give me you First PSL with you --- **VERSE 3** You made fun of the people who were way too excited Then you ordered yours before the barista even asked It's caramel sauce and nutmeg and some kind of magic And the way you laugh at yourself when you get caught *(pre-chorus)* It's silly, I know it's silly But every year it feels like the whole world gets a little softer When that orange cup appears And you appear beside it *(chorus)* First PSL of the season, first crisp morning of the fall First time I reached for something warm and you were there at all It's pumpkin spice and everything and nothing all at once It's the smallest kind of happy that turns out to be enough Give me fall, give me this, give me you First PSL with you --- **BRIDGE** There will come a day when they stop making these And we'll remember every cup and every year Every parking lot we stood in, every sidewalk, every porch Every season opener that said that fall was here And I won't even care about the coffee really I'll just remember that you always showed up first That you always had my order, always saved my place That every fall with you is better than the last --- **FINAL CHORUS** First PSL of the season, first crisp morning of the fall First time I reached for something warm and you were there at all It's pumpkin spice and everything and nothing all at once It's the smallest kind of happy that turns out to be enough *(tag)* Give me fall, give me this Give me every first with you First PSL with you ---