[Verse 1] Two cups cooling Lipstick on yours You talk in circles Trace hearts on the floor You’re laughing easy Like you don’t see The way the server Keeps winking at me
[Chorus] You’re my corner booth Polaroid Shaking in my hands Slowly coming in focus We’re a half-finished song I avoid Humming in my head every time that you’re closest If I look too long I’ll fall right through So I steal small frames of you
[Verse 2] Your phone keeps buzzing Face down by the forks You say it’s “just him” With that practiced smirk I stir my coffee Past hot Past warm Trying to play cool In this quiet storm
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[Bridge] You say "We’re just friends" Like a traffic light stuck on yellow I laugh it off again But my heartbeat’s driving reckless Hello? If someday you turn and ask Where I’ve been hiding all this time I’ll point back at this photograph And the space between your hand and mine
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A zene stílusa
Warm, clean early-2000s pop-rock: lightly overdriven Strat lead over a swung drum groove, round bass, and gentle Rhodes pads. Verses stay intimate and wordy with close-mic male vocals; choruses bloom with doubled top-line and subtle three-part harmonies. Tasteful guitar fills answer key phrases, bridge strips back to vocal + guitar before a soulful solo lifts into the final hook. Smooth, relaxed mix with focus on storytelling.