The Server

[Verse 1]

2 p.m., the lunch crowd's thinned
In this hipster dive on the edge of sin
You take my order—I forget the rest
You're so damn gorgeous, and I'm such a mess

[Verse 2]

Oh, love of mine, with skin so fine
God, I sound like such fuckboy swine
Writing poems is way too hard
See why Plath punched her suicide card

[Chorus]

Out of my league, but I don't care
Bleach blonde hair and a no-fucks stare
Servin' up looks and soup du jour
Fallin' in love from table four

[Verse 3]

Turkey on rye with a side of fries
Stir my Diet Coke, and we lock eyes
Anything else?—and whew!—
Good for now, but damn, thank you

[Chorus]

Out of my league, but I don't care
Bleach blonde hair and a no-fucks stare
Servin' up looks and soup du jour
Fallin' in love from table four

[Chorus]

Out of my league, but I don't care
Bleach blonde hair and a no-fucks stare
Servin' up looks and soup du jour
Fallin' in love from table four

[Verse 4]

Sign the check that you doodled on
Scan the room, but the moment's gone
Nowhere to be and nothing to start
Belly's full, but still a hungry heart

[Chorus]

Out of my league, but I don't care
Bleach blonde hair and a no-fucks stare
Servin' up looks and soup du jour
Fallin' in love from table four

[Outro]

Fallin' in love from table four...
Fallin' in love from table four...