She sits alone at this café
Never looking over her shoulder,
But feeling every change
This scene is all but picture perfect
Is it worth it?
As the bartender pours you another drink you sit and think:
"Should I lock eyes with a stranger?
Just to feel his sense of danger?"
As I enter from stage right

Behind a painted face she's screaming:
"I'm not an optimist!"
Keep it up, keep it up
You'll find something to smile about
They don't notice you; your disguise is more than convincing
Keep it up, keep it up
You'll find something to smile about
They don't notice you; just play it cool and don't give yourself away

I'll ask if this seat is taken
If I'm not mistaken,
You were expecting me anyways
Your eyes are hiding more than tears
They're giving away your fears
And with this handful of lines I'll expect you to change
But I'm left wanting

[Chorus]

She demands compensation for what's been done here
And how I wish I knew what we were dealing with
Matchsticks don't make men and I've created a monster
There's a storm coming and I can feel it in my bones
I want to hear your voices echo off these walls
There's a storm coming I can feel it, I can feel it