I hate working at this coffee shop
There’s only one thing I like about my shitty job
And it’s you
I like you
You look like a character from Dawson’s Creek
How do I even get you to notice me
In this stupid uniform?
Waiting for you to walk right through that door
I’m trying to keep my composure
Everytime you leave I’m aching for a sense of closure
Let’s make more than small talk
I’m here wednesday through sunday
I wanna say more to you than
“What would you like today?”
If I wrote my number on the side of your drink
Would you stop coming in entirely?
Or would you call me tonight?
I think I have a feeling that you might
I’m trying to keep my composure
Everytime you leave I’m aching for a sense of closure
Let’s make more than small talk
I’m here wednesday through sunday
I wanna say more to you than
“What would you like today?”