WITNESS - Diner Coffee lyrics

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Sweet and low, <br />

Wondering how deep he goes<br />

So she's being bold and plunging 20, 000 leagues below<br />

The breed of fishes that she frequently swims with<br />

Cause she's seeking difference and<br />

This bottom feeder just might peak her interests<br />

He drinks it black<br />

While her half and half provides a fog<br />

To the diner coffee and the complicated dialogue<br />

Conversation cascades<br />

Adding to the ashtray<br />

Overlapped, he's getting last place in this rat race<br />

She's got the benefits<br />

He's got the penmanship<br />

But she's not impressed with<br />

All his cliches and references<br />

But he seems competitive<br />

At least for a pessimist<br />

So maybe she's a victim of the unexpected twist?<br />

Nah, this can't be serious, she'd never date a lyricist<br />

They get another round, just to keep themselves delirious<br />

3:30 am, they're on the seventh cup<br />

And he's nice, but he's not the type that she could ever love, right?<br />

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Swallowed by an art deco cushioned booth seat<br />

They'll discuss novels that they've never read and dress like extras in a movie<br />

The kind they don't make anymore<br />

He always dug the diners where it's quiet aside from the plates and the forks<br />

And she, she admires any dive that lacks familiar faces<br />

Shallow conversation or the ignorance they fill her days with<br />

He's certain that's he's got her purpose exposed<br />

"Who you kidding, little liberal in conservative clothes"?<br />

Before the stars short circuit and the moon is in a free fall<br />

It joins the sun in the center of the see saw<br />

And in the moments just before they descend<br />

You can look up in the sky and it all makes sense<br />

But he's a designated Dear John Letter in the making<br />

And she's a wall street road block on the pavement<br />

It's 8:30 am, they're on the ninth cup<br />

As they waltz with the words that tries to define love<br />

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She's an over-achiever where he's afraid to attempt<br />

He's got the soul of a dreamer where she's created a fence<br />

And she's painted it white picket, so the neighbors wouldn't notice<br />

That she's hopelessly devoted to her motives as a poet<br />

But, now they're finished skipping stones across the surface<br />

He's got her body language written out in cursive<br />

Over-analytical, the typical wordsmith<br />

Maybe it's a mismatch, maybe this is perfect<br />

Tonight the pen is gonna play the part of therapist<br />

He'll write the story out in third person narrative<br />

He's not embarrassed but it's difficult to tell<br />

Since he never really wrote a love song about himself<br />

They had the caffeine and clever conversation<br />

Till the patrons said good morning when they ordered eggs and bacon<br />

Now there's a hesitation waiting at the bottom of the mug<br />

Like, what you doing later? Would you wanna fall in love?</