(LOFI CHILLHOP JAZZ) Blue Coffee Mornings - SOUND A BEAR

[Verse]
When the morning light is hazy, and the coffee’s gone cold,
Melancholy’s on the menu, in this empty household,
The records spin a tale of love that slipped away,
In the haze of jazz and lofi beats, my heart begins to sway.
[Verse 2]
The raindrops on the window tap a lonely refrain,
A symphony of sorrow in this jazz-soaked terrain,
I sip from the porcelain, a bittersweet brew,
Drowning past romances in each lofi groove.
[Chorus]
Blue coffee mornings, where the shadows linger long,
In a smoky room of memories, where I can’t belong,
Jazz records moan softly, a lofi lullaby,
In this melancholic morning, where lovers' dreams go by.
[Verse 3]
Lazy notes of jazz float like whispers in the air,
Echoes of a passion that’s no longer there,
The morning’s soft and tender, yet it wounds the soul,
In the spins of vinyl records, tales of love unfold.
[Bridge]
Through the static of the speakers, a story fades away,
A romance that turned brittle, like the dawn of autumn’s day,
The vinyl crackles softly, like the tears I've yet to shed,
In this lofi jazz depression, heartstrings gently thread.
[Chorus]
Blue coffee mornings, where the shadows linger long,
In a smoky room of memories, where I can’t belong,
Jazz records moan softly, a lofi lullaby,
In this melancholic morning, where lovers' dreams go by.