Blue-Labeled Sports Drink(and the bottle never looked my way)

[Intro] [Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] Those blue labels, down low in the vending machine That blue label never looked my way I saw it all from somewhere off to the side Thought I could be like that — guess not [Instrumental Break] [Pre-Chorus 1] Dried-up gum in the parking lot Stuck to the cracks in the asphalt That mint-green glory still clings in places But now it’s all just covered in footprints [Chorus 1] Still waiting for the waitress Maybe I never looked hungry Guess I wasn’t quite on the same page It’s funny, in a way that kind of hurts [Verse 2] It lingered — that sweet and sour aftertaste Trying to be fresh, but not quite A pale green label, trying too hard And somehow, it looked just like me [Instrumental Break] [Pre-Chorus 2] A rain-soaked bench, quietly drying Torn stickers clinging to the frame An ice cream wrapper caught in the grass And the crows feel louder than usual [Chorus 2] Still waiting for the waitress Maybe I ordered nothing Said it’s fine, kept watching Thought it might change, someday [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] It looked black, this liquid in my hand But under light, it flickered—red, brown, sometimes even violet I guess this is all I can say for now Even if it wasn’t, this is all I’ll say [Chorus 3] Still waiting for the waitress But the lights are turning off Yeah, I knew it was over—guess I always did I’m just scared to leave the table [Instrumental Break] [Outro] I clung because strong glue was all I had And I kept clinging just to say I did I wish I could fall off like a dollar-store sticky note Just drop off clean—no sound, no warning [Instrumental Outro] [end]