Café

There's something about this song that reminds me of the morning mist after a sleepless night. When the alarm rings off-schedule, not just out of pity - reminding you that life goes on, even if your coffee suddenly loses its taste. It seems a person is somewhere near the edge of exhaustion: they want to disappear, change cities, faces, names... but instead, they just pour another cup and pretend everything is under control. There's a tired resignation in their voice - the kind you reach when you stop fighting loneliness and learn to coexist with it. When words about love don't sound like a question, but like an echo from a room where the light went out a long time ago. And yet, there's warmth in it - quiet, human, like the last sip of cold coffee you're still somehow drinking.