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          |

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[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*                                 F*
There must be something brewing 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                             F
than the caffeine, A.M. with you have become routine.
C                          G
  I find that you’re sugar sweet and that you mean
          Am                                   F
much more to me than just someone 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                               F*
Cold brews have nothing on the chills I feel as you glance my way.

[Otro]
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.