You’re the matcha latte I drink in the afternoon
A sweet smile with a bitter aftertaste
Too nice to be rude to me directly
I become lost in the misdirection

You’re the matcha latte I drink in the afternoon
I like it warm but you let it go cold
And that’s not what I asked for
Yet you keep me on hold

You’re the matcha latte I drink in the afternoon
It’s a waste of money and time
But it’s something to do
While I’m waiting in line