Caffeine Songtext
von LXCHY

Da nah yeah oh, oh, oh (let′s go)
Uh, fwoah, uh yeah, let's go

She walks in slow like the night′s still on her skin
Like sleep was something she almost let herself in
Her eyes are fixed on nothing, but they're asking all the same
For caffeine, or forgiveness, maybe a reason to stay

There's a shadow under makeup she didn′t quite erase
Like time′s been living quietly inside her face (yeah)
She mumbles out her order like it's hard to be heard (yeah)
Like every word costs more than it′s worth

And I don't know her story
But I recognize the shape
It′s the look you get
When you're learning how to ache (damn)

Right

She′s too young to be this tired of the light
Too young to look like she's already lost the fight
She's sitting there frozen in the middle of the day
Like the world kept spinning, she quietly stayed


And the men with their years drag past her chair
But she′s carrying more than they ever dared
Poor thing, poor thing (woah)
She′s wearing the weight of it all

Her hair falls down her back like she forgot to care
Like mirrors stopped meaning something somewhere
Yeah, her hands are folded tight like she's holding on herself
Like if she lets go now, she won′t ever feel better

She stares at the table like it's heard her cry
Like it′s memorised every reason she's tried
To disappear slowly, to fade into sleep
But the night keeps her up just to watch her weep

(yeah, owowowoah)

She′s too young to be carrying all this shame, uh
Too young to be whispering blame (owowowoah)
She's looking at nothing like it's something she lost (owowowoah)
Like every quiet moment comes with a cost (owowowoah)
And the old men wobble with their papered pride (owowowoah)


She walks towards the cafe with a hunger for caffeine in her eyes
, her face almost decaying from what it looks to be a lack of sleep
She′s clearly tried to hide the fact with a thick layer of concealer sprawled across her under eyes
She mumbles an order and slops down in a chair
With her hair hanging down her back barely brushed
I wonder what′s made her this way
She only seems young, she doesn't know the struggles of a nine-to-five
And yet somehow she sits making hard eye contact with the table
Looking more tired than all of the old men wobbling around the department stores
Her coffee arrives at the table
And she sighs in relief as she brings her cup to her lips
And lets it melt away the sleepless nights
Poor thing, so young, yet aged like rotting fruit

(Owowowoah, Owowowoah, yeah)
I will not break, yeah
I will not break, yeah
I will not break, yeah
I will not break, yeah
I will not break, yeah
I will not break, yeah
I will not break, yeah