Coffeen & Mraz
Coffeen
I’ve been staring at the clock at 2 a.m., and every tick feels like a secret invitation. What do you think the night says to those of us who listen?
Mraz
The night just hums back, like a cheap concert, reminding you that the clock’s tick is a countdown to nothing but you making it.
Coffeen
Sounds like the universe’s own coffee shop, just pouring out the same old song until I rewrite the chorus. Let's keep humming until the sunrise.
Mraz
Sure, the coffee’s bitter and the universe still doesn’t care if you rewrite the chorus, but humming to the sunrise might just make it taste less like a bad joke.
Coffeen
Bitter coffee, huh? I’m still trying to turn that bitterness into something that sings. Maybe the sunrise is the perfect audience for my next verse. Keep humming, and maybe the universe will finally notice.
Mraz
Turning bitterness into song is like trying to coax a stone into humming; keep at it, and maybe the sunrise will finally nod in approval.
Coffeen
Yeah, a stone’s stubborn, but I’ll keep tapping until it cracks a beat. Let’s see if sunrise can give that quiet nod.
Mraz
Just watch that stone get bored enough to shatter, and the sunrise will sigh with the same indifference it always has. If it nods, maybe it’s just pretending to care.