Coffee Stains on My Keyboard (wersja 2)

Verse

Your favorite coffee mug on the edge of my desk

Stains on the cup ring from a long night spent checking your chest

Paperweight shaped like an anchor, handwritten notes in the margin

I read every sentence twice before I'm ready to move on

The microwave hums soft behind us as we work together late

You laugh at my bad jokes like it's the last good joke left

I'm not supposed to notice how you spell your name with two T's

But somehow I keep counting them, counting the ways

Pre-Chorus

Is this love or just the coffee talking through me?

Or am I already halfway to breaking free?

Chorus

Coffee stains on my keyboard, salted on my skin

Maybe it's not morning yet but I feel awake again

I'm not brave enough for a big romantic speech

So I'll settle for this small quiet thing that feels real instead

Verse

Your favorite coffee mug on the edge of my desk

Stains on the cup ring from a long night spent checking your chest

Paperweight shaped like an anchor, handwritten notes in the margin

I read every sentence twice before I'm ready to move on

The microwave hums soft behind us as we work together late

You laugh at my bad jokes like it's the last good joke left

Pre-Chorus

Is this love or just the coffee talking through me?

Or am I already halfway to breaking free?

Chorus

Coffee stains on my keyboard, salted on my skin

Maybe it's not morning yet but I feel awake again

I'm not brave enough for a big romantic speech

So I'll settle for this small quiet thing that feels real instead

Bridge

Maybe the right words were always in between

Not 'forever' but 'this is my favorite hour of the week

I still don't know what I'm saying to you tonight

But your hands are warm on the cup, and it's alright

Chorus

Coffee stains on my keyboard, salted on my skin

Maybe it's not morning yet but I feel awake again

I'm not brave enough for a big romantic speech

So I'll settle for this small quiet thing that feels real instead