(Verse 1)

We met in line at the coffee shop,

Tuesday morning, quarter past nine.

You were on your phone, I was about to drop

From exhaustion — typical life.

You said "Excuse me, is this the queue?"

I said "Yeah, but it's moving slow."

Then you laughed and said "I hope they brew

Something strong — I need the glow."

(Pre-Chorus)

I said "Americano, black, no sugar, no milk,"

You made a face like I'd insulted your ilk.

You said "Latte for me, oat milk, extra shot —

I like my coffee soft, but hot."

(Chorus)

And that's when I knew — we're too different,

You're a latte, I'm an Americano.

You're smooth and sweet, I'm bitter andrent,