Sitting in a Cafe Video (MV)

Sitting in a cafe all alone, I see a girl, whom I wish to meet
Sitting in the booths, my mind is occupied. Coffee tastes good and familiar
People around me speak in chatter, my mind is occupied
Sitting in a cafe alone, I prepare for the workday ahead

It's not a bother, just not a moment to breathe
Everything moves so fast, a new chapter is up ahead
My mind often wanders to the loves that used to be
I move forward but a piece feels like it's gone

Hanging on a wire, struggling to get a ring or a simple text
My family is always there, but there must be something more than what reaches the surface of my world
I stare at the smiles as the waitress looks like they're trying to stay sane
Sitting in a cafe all alone, my mind is focused if only pain wasn't a middleman

Maybe then I can reach to the skies and fly. Old couples say grace, I speak to the higher power of my mind
Sitting in a cafe all alone, wish I would've known how much this world tends to grow as the nature gets escorted to the back
Make every moment count is what they said. Surrounded by phones, all I have is this notepad
Mysterious girl in a tan jazz shirt with a classic art bag whose hair is as black as coal smiles at me

She walks away and I hope to see her again one day. Sitting in a cafe.