Witness Lyrics - Diner Coffee lyrics

Diner Coffee lyrics (Lyrics)

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Sweet and low,
Wondering how deep he goes
So shes being bold and plunging 20, 000 leagues below
The breed of fishes that she frequently swims with
Cause shes seeking difference and
This bottom feeder just might peak her interests
He drinks it black
While her half and half provides a fog
To the diner coffee and the complicated dialogue
Conversation cascades
Adding to the ashtray
Overlapped, hes getting last place in this rat race
Shes got the benefits
Hes got the penmanship
But shes not impressed with
All his cliches and references
But he seems competitive
At least for a pessimist
So maybe shes a victim of the unexpected twist?
Nah, this cant be serious, shed never date a lyricist
They get another round, just to keep themselves delirious
3:30 am, theyre on the seventh cup
And hes nice, but hes not the type that she could ever love, right?

Swallowed by an art deco cushioned booth seat
Theyll discuss no vels that theyve never read and dress like extras in a movie
The kind they dont make anymore
He always dug the diners where its 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
Hes certain thats hes got her purpose exposed
Who you kidding, little liberal in conservative clothes?
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Before the stars short circuit and the moon is in a free fall
It joins the sun in the center of the see saw
And in the moments just before they descend
You can look up in the sky and it all makes sense
But hes a designated Dear John Letter in the making
And shes a wall street road block on the pavement
Its 8:30 am, theyre on the ninth cup
As they waltz with the words that tries to define love

Shes an over-achiever where hes afraid to attempt
Hes got the soul of a dreamer where shes created a fence
And shes painted it white picket, so the neighbors wouldnt notice
That shes hopelessly devoted to her motives as a poet
But, now theyre finished skipping stones across the surface
Hes got her body language written out in cursive
Over-analytical, the typical wordsmith
Maybe its a mismatch, maybe this is perfect
Tonight the pen is gonna play the part of therapist
Hell flesh the story out in third person narrative
Hes not embarrassed but its 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 Theres a hesitation waiting at the bottom of the mug
Like, what you doing later? would you wanna fall in love?