Cafes And Clichés

| C          | G          | Am     

    | F          |

[Verse 1]
C
  Coffee shops smell like cities and
 sleep
    G
and this one’s my favorite, not for 
their green tea.
    Am
I’m much more invested with who’s 
behind the counter.
     F*                   F*
They ask me daily, “Can I take your 
order?”

[Chorus]
          C
I'll wait for the day there’s a 
number next to my name
       G
on the cup. Cafes were made for 
cliches, a place to fall
   Am
in love. I’ll blame the coffee for 
why my face is burning.
   F*                        F*
So long future lover I’ll be back 
tomorrow morning.

[Interlude]
| C          | G          | Am     

    | F          |

Continues after the ad
[Verse 2]
C
  Coffee shops feel like safety and 
home
           G
because of freshly baked pastries 
and cappuccinos.
             Am
I've noticed   the heart shaped foam
 art and your doodles on the 
receipts.
              F*                   
There must be something brewing 
              F*
here between the   barista and me.

[Chorus]
          C
I'll wait for the day there’s a 
number next to my name
       G
on the cup. Cafes were made for 
cliches, a place to fall
   Am
in love. I’ll blame the coffee for 
why my face is burning.
   F*                        F*
So long future lover I’ll be back 
tomorrow morning.

[Bridge]
C                    G
  You’re much more addicting
         Am                     
than the caffeine, A.M. with you 
        F
have become routine.
C                          G
  I find that you’re sugar sweet and
 that you mean
          Am                     
much more to me than just someone 
              F
who makes my coffee.

[Verse 3]
C*
  Coffee shops feel like comfort and
 warmth
       G*
like a breath of fresh air somewhere
 you’re meant to adore.
Am
  You’ve got a look like there’s 
something you want to say.
                F             
Cold brews have nothing on the 
                  F*
chills I feel as you glance my way.

[Other]
C
  And today there’s a number next to
 my name on the cup,
G
cafes were made for cliches, a place
 to fall in love.
Am
  I’ll blame the coffee for why my 
face is burning
F*                    F*
So long lover I’ll be back tomorrow 
morning.