It's been about thirty two minutes or so
And I'm clutching foolish optimism like she'll slip through the door
And sit down with a story, telling of traffic -
"Would you care for a refill?"
Yeah, thank you, sorry I tend to overshare with people
It's just I've had quite the crush on her
For - "I'll be right back with your drink"
Oh well, it's only been sixty-one minutes I think
Clink ice cubes with a straw, the table's candles forming puddles
Rest my fist below my jaw, her car could be the source of trouble
But she hasn't read the multitude
Of texts I sent, and I won't reprehend
Like it could be an emergency, or she went to bed, maybe she just -
"Sorry to interrupt, but are you ready to order?
We're closing soon,
I recommend the lobster on arugula, the dish is new and-"
No, I'll get the fettuccine, please, with chicken
Text her one last time, it's urgent,
Damn, she knows the evening's ticking
Like I'm a decent guy, well, at least from what I've heard
I don't think I'll find the courage to stand up and say goodbye
And I'm still waiting, wait here oh so patient
Wait here all long night, resolve never waning
And still I'm waiting, wait here oh so patient
Wait here all long night, I'm waiting and waiting
I'm waiting for her to reply to my text
I know it says "seen" but maybe she didn't see it just yet
"I guess, but you've been here for three days, that doesn't seem strange to you?"
So what? She's late, and this table's purely made for two
My plate of food, has grown a bit cold in the past month
But it's not too far fetched for someone to run late and catch up
Any second now, she'll-
"Do you want this to go, or should I just throw it out, it's been a year-"
No thanks, no point in acting like it's over now
I know my beard's an overgrowth and I'm becoming one with this chair
But a decade's nothing, I won't be the one who's under-prepared
For the future, cause she'll arrive and we'll survive the ruins
Until time folds in upon itself, so what's your two cents?
...hm, I guess he left or he closing up the business
I can hear metallic thumping and explosions in the distance
A stray dog is chewing on a human bone right by the entrance
There's barbaric men outside and all they're toting make-shift weapons
I just think it's odd she's hasn't tried to phone or send a message
But I'll wait right here 'til time as we know it is non-existent
I'll just wait here and drink until the last one's dry
I mean c'mon really, I'm a stand up guy