Yo, it’s DuckBearElephant Don’t ask where I got the inspiration from…Honestly, I have no idea. The songs story: One girl had a pretty boring life, she would go to the cafe everyday to get a hot cocoa, and scroll through her phone because she had nothing better to do. One day, a boy came and sat at her table, and they became friends. They would chat everyday for the next 2 months…All of a sudden, one day, the boy didn’t show up. The girl thought “Oh, maybe he’s sick…” and she walked off. Then for the next year, the boy has been not showing up. The girl now finds a lot of stress, and chaos being put on her shoulders from chores, school, and her strict mum. She also develops anxiety, and soon forgets about the boy, and lives a chaotic life. But when things remind her about him, the memories come and she cries from her bed. Sad, but fictional stories, peeps. But in the picture they’re happy! You say. Well, that’s a story for another day… I don’t really feel like typing right now, as I literally just got h9me from a 7 hour plane ride yesterday.
Lyrics: I didn’t really care too much. When you used to stop by and chat. But now I think about it way too much To figure out why you make time for that Now...I...think... I... have... a...small... thing for this That one time when you didn’t show up I be scrolling on my iPhone 10 waiting for, for you to come again So we can laugh about the.. weirdest things oh yeah So I sit here with my iced tea scrolling through cat pics But you didn’t show up, again So maybe you stopped, maybe you stopped forever I sit here alone in the cafe by the window seat Waiting for you to come again (x2 I-again) Maybe you will, maybe you won’t. wont wont. Goodbye, bestie. Cya never. Never never. I guess... I’ll leave now It’s pretty dang boring without you By my side here.. By the wi-inndow... With a co-ocoa... And a pillow... I don't think about it anymore Cause' it just brings back old memories of when we would chat alone In the cafe by the window seat Now...we... aren't... So.... close. As.. we were before You were like a clown.. To me. making me laugh while I was sour and citrucy (sour like a lemon if you don't get it) You brought out the real... me.. No more stress, chaos, anxiety Oh yeah! But now.. Your gone. And it all kinda falls right back to me.. Memories come... again... And I cry from my bed,, from my bed.. silently I don't know what I should do, without you The one who makes me myself Whoa oh oh
