(Verse 1)

I pulled in at 7:03, battery low on red,

You were parked on the other side, scrolling through your phone.

I didn't think anything, just a stranger ahead,

Another soul charging up, heading home alone.

But the station was slow, said "40 minutes remain,"

So I walked to the coffee machine by the light.

You were already there, trying to make sense of the rain,

And you laughed at the sugar dispenser — not working right.

(Pre-Chorus)

And I said "Classic, always breaks when you need it most,"

You said "Story of my life, but I still want the toast."

We stood there in the fluorescent glow,

Two strangers with nowhere else to go.

(Chorus)

Forty minutes, just forty minutes,

While the lithium filled up, we began it.

Paper cups, bad coffee, cheap fluorescent light —