Ten AM and the caffeine's a curse, I'm one clumsy step from making it worse. A paper-cup avalanche, steaming and brown, Directly, perfectly, soaking you down. Right on the sleeve of your fifties suede, Look at the mess that my morning made. (Pre-Chorus) You're glaring daggers, you're tapping your shoe, I’m handing you napkins, saying, "What can I do?" You snap that it’s vintage, you snap at my face, And somehow we're locked in a toxic embrace. (Chorus) Oh, what a meet-cute, burning and sweet, Spilling hot liquid right out on the street! You hate me, I'm mortified, look at us now, Starting a war with a milk-foam brow. Cold chills and a latte spill— Who knew a disaster could give us a thrill? (Verse 2) You're flicking off droplets, I'm buying a scuff Of a dry-cleaning bill for the high-end stuff. You roll your dark eyes and you tell me to walk, Instead of apologizing, I strike up a talk. Now we’re pacing the block in the autumn air, Trading sharp insults without any care. (Bridge) (The beat drops to a bubbly, driving bassline and handclaps) From a stain on a sleeve to a spark in the dark, We're circling back to the bench in the park. You're laughing despite every effort you make, And I'm falling hard for the chaos we wake! (Chorus) Oh, what a meet-cute, burning and sweet, Spilling hot liquid right out on the street! You hate me, I'm mortified, look at us now, Starting a war with a milk-foam brow. Cold chills and a latte spill— Who knew a disaster could give us a thrill? (Outro) Yeah, ruin my jacket... Or ruin my heart. Who knew a coffee mess Was where we'd start? (A sharp synth pop chord hits and cuts dry)
