Despite how hard I try,
I can't bring myself to forget what you smell like.
The sound of your voice and the way you smiled,
good morning sounded like the sweetest song.

Despite how easy it seems,
I can't bring myself to sit where we did before.
Talking for hours as the coffee shop closed,
counting yellow cars and sipping on forever.

Despite how much I shouldn't love you,
I am still the girl in the emptying coffee shop.
Sitting by the window,
counting yellow cars and waiting for you.