Lyric

I saw the date on a receipt

Standing outside the station

Had to look at it twice

Your birthday was Thursday

It's Monday now

Thursday I worked late

Bought groceries on the way home

Watched half of something on TV

Fell asleep before the end

Last year by now

I'd already booked the table

Changed it twice

Because you hated sitting near the door

Your birthday passed

And I didn't notice

Four whole days

Just came and went

No reminder

No stupid little panic

About what I still hadn't bought

Your birthday passed

You always ordered the same thing

Extra shot

No syrup

Oat milk if they had it

I still know that

Still know which cake you'd choose

Still know you hated candles

Still know you'd leave half the frosting

On the side of the plate

I tried to remember

What you always ordered for me

Vanilla?

No

Maybe caramel

I couldn't get it

Your birthday passed

And I didn't notice

Four whole days

Just came and went

At the café this morning

The guy ahead ordered oat milk

Extra shot

No syrup

I knew the rest

Before he said it

Thursday I bought tomatoes

Forgot the detergent

Called my sister from the bus

She talked for twenty minutes

About a woman at work

I got home

Put everything away

Made pasta

Added too much salt

That was your birthday

[Instrumental Turnaround]

Tuesday morning

I passed the café

Then went back

Stood in line

Changed my mind twice

When it was my turn

I still didn't know

Your birthday passed

And I didn't notice

"The usual?"

She asked

I said, "Sure"

Then watched her turn

Toward the machine

I still couldn't remember

What she'd make

"The usual?"

I nodded

She reached for a cup

Before I said anything

Wrote my name on it

And turned away

Your birthday passed

And I didn't notice

She called my name

My cup was waiting

At the end of the counter

I checked the label

Caramel latte

I looked at it

For a second

Then took it with me