I walk inside,
You're sitting at the bar,
Coffee cup half-empty
Contemplating your cigar.

I'm all out of breath,
Found a meter nearby,
I just drove for forty minutes
And you ask me why?

Can't you see that in your presence
I'm a teenage mess
With a slightly elevated
Level of distress?

You can tell your pretty women
That they stand a chance
'Cause I have no expectations
Of a long romance.

I'm beautifully ready for my seduction scene
But you get the point and ask me to come clean.
"Little girl, you must be tired, carrying all that greed,
How completely uninspired is your frantic speed!"

I don't know how to persuade you
That I'm worth your time
'Cause I fear that my beauty
Won't last past my prime.

Now I know I'm superficial
And I don't make any sense,
And you question the foundation
Of my innocence.

Contradiction and illusion -
They go hand in hand,
It's a pretty lonely job
To make you understand.

In my mind it's all so simple
Yet the words collapse,
I'm suspended in thin air
As you say: "Perhaps..."

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