I gave you a part of myself and you just left it there. How could you leave my soul sitting on the coffee shop table you kissed me at? I don’t even like coffee Now I know You didn’t even like me. To you I am tea and you have a slight Distaste of leaves that separate so easily I have distaste for bitterness and caffeine. The world should keep you awake, those songs should keep you alive, but you need coffee And I am tea. I hope you fare well in the future, I now understand. My hurt is at my own fault. I should have known that you like to try before you buy. I should have learnt that when You bought your first car. Now I know. You go find your coffee, And I’ll find my tea. I am just a little sad because I thought at least you would like to keep a part of me But hindsight really is a great teacher, I now know what I should have seen then. Mixtapes are meaningless to you. I am meaningless to you. They play the mix at the coffee shop sometimes while I’m eating breakfast and I remember. I order tea You are meaningless to me.
This is based on a story I read on the internet about someone falling in love with a bearded man and she made him a mixtape and he left it at a coffee shop and the barista liked the mix so much he used to play it a lot. this has a lot of artistic liscence applied to it though.