Plastic Chopsticks

Stepping along the street
I glance up at the marquee
Where you and I will meet
You’ll sit by me a little too closely

But we won’t know what to do
There’s nothing we can act upon
I’m feeling faded gray, subdued
While you’re so soaked in neon

When you find a way
I don’t look forward to that day
It’s ‘cause I know
Drop everything
And slide away
Like I’m eating with plastic chopsticks

When you find a way
I don’t look forward to that day
It’s ‘cause I know
Drop everything
And slide away
Like I’m eating with plastic chopsticks

But we won’t know what to do
There’s nothing we can act upon
Keep on having déjà vu
And you’re a joke to lean on

Waiting for the sign
For the go ahead
Although you’ll leave me left for dead
I think I’ve designed a way
By chance believe me
To make this feeling stay

Standing at the front
I’m trying to get in
But you’re in the backseat of my car
And I’m pulling a stunt that is failing
By chance believe me
I wonder who will win