The Barista's Lament

I got in a fight with the girl At the Cafe On an otherwise perfect Autumn day A maple leaf cascade Fell in every shade As I argued with the girl Making my latte She told me go f*ck yourself Yeah thanks, you too The deadliest quiet fell On the room A tender breeze Undressed the trees As we laughed Until we cried The pleasure's mine She wrote down her phone number And her name The paper got all fucked up In the rain The forecast didn't call For none of this at all I just smiled to myself And walked away What a day It's just another moth Dying in a flame It's not your fault It's all okay The girl from the cafe sits By the phone Practicing drawing leaves In her coffee foam But no one ever calls She always hated fall It seems that for now We're at a stall It seems that for now We're at a stall