Perfection As A Hipster

They never met, the singer and the swinger She walked in, they walked around each other Fighting for the mirror and smiling She was awkward I was tongue tied She was goofy And she aspired to perfection as a hipster And she asked me “How should I wear my problem hair My dirty, no good problem hair?” She asked me I blew it I knew it I always wonder how things could've been (I wouldn't waste time dreaming about me) Spend every second day just dreaming how the first one ought to be My dream was realised but I was sleeping I was sleeping I caught the girl, her eyelids started to flutter And in my arms She passed out cold, are you okay? Just lie still you'll feel better (What happened? I want to go home) Feel better (Where am I, what have I got on?) Feel better (You say that but how do you know?) Feel better (Who are you, what do you want?) I always wonder how things could've been (I wouldn't waste time dreaming about me) Spend every second day just dreaming how the first one ought to be My dream was realised but I was sleeping I was sleeping I was sleeping I was sleeping