Verse 1

You know her order: oat milk, one shot, cinnamon dust

The little café on Mercer, the corner table she trusts

You learned the bus she catches, the shortcut by the park

You call it paying attention; she never asked you to watch

By noon you wear good manners, hold the door, say her name

A polished little smile, like nothing here is strange

She calls you just an old acquaintance, waves and walks away

You keep that wave like permission; it isn’t yours to take

Pre-Chorus

You count her turns, you learn her hours

Tell yourself you’re close to her

But every fact you steal in secret

Only makes the distance worse

Chorus

You say you’re in love, but love lets go

Love doesn’t follow where you go

You know her coffee, know her route