Witness - Diner Coffee lyrics

[Verse 1: Witness] Sweet and low, wondering how deep he goes So she's being bold and plunging 20, 000 leagues below The breed of fishes that she frequently swims with Because she's seeking difference and This bottom feeder, he might peak her interests He drinks it black, half and half provides a fog To the diner coffee, the complicated dialogue Conversation cascades, adding to this ashtray Overlapped, getting last place in the rat race She's got the benefits, he's got the penmanship She's not impressed with all his cliches and references But, he seems competitive at, least for a pessimist So maybe she's the victim of the unexpected twist? This can't be serious, she'd never date a lyricist They get another round just to keep themselves delirious 3:30 am, they're on the seventh cup And he's nice, but he's not the type that she could ever love, right? [Verse 2: Witness] Swallowed by an art deco cushioned booth seat They'll discuss novels that they've never read and dress like extras in a movie The kind they don't make anymore He's always dug the diners where it's quiet aside from the plates and the forks And she, she admires any dive that lacks familiar faces Shallow conversation or the ignorance they fill her days with He's certain that's he's got her surface exposed Like, "Who you kidding, little liberal in conservative clothes"? But when the stars short circuit, the moon is in a free fall It joins the sun in the center of the see-saw And in the moment just before they descend You can look up in the sky and it all makes sense But he's a designated Dear John letter in the making And she's a wall street road block in the pavement It's 8:30 am, they're on the ninth cup As they waltz with the words that try to define love, like [Verse 3: Witness] She's an over-achiever where he's afraid to attempt He's got the soul of a dreamer where she's created a fence And she's painted it white picket so the neighbors wouldn't notice That she's hopelessly devoted to her motives as a poet But, now they're finished skipping stones across the surface He's got her body language written out in cursive Over-an*lytical, the typical wordsmith Maybe it's a mismatch, maybe this is perfect Tonight the pen is gonna play the part of therapist He'll write the story down in third person narrative He's not embarra**ed but it's difficult to tell Since he never really wrote a love song about himself They had the caffeine and clever conversation Till the patrons said good morning when they ordered eggs and bacon Now there's a hesitation waiting at the bottom of the mug Like, what you doing later? Would you wanna fall in love?