Take a look now look away
He's back again today
Been waiting for you to clear his table
He'll have your favorite latte
But he'll only drink in you
When his coffee gets cold
He always spills it on his shoes
Then he shuffles along
And I wonder where he stays
The only thing I'm sure of
He'll be coming back someday
And
He's gonna tie you up
He's gonna take you home
He's gonna lock you down
In a tiny little room
I can see it in his eyes
It's the way he looks at you
And he never looks at me
Why does he never look at me?
Maybe I'm wrong
Assumptions rarely are true
Maybe daddy used to kick his ass
For spilling coffee on his shoes
And now he only looks at you
Because he thinks you understand
You must remind him of someone
And he's taking what he can
Maybe,
He's goes home alone
Cries and picks at his wounds
Write poems about love
Then erases them all
Maybe he's Van Gogh on drugs
The most beautiful soul
And we can't understand
Why can we can never understand?
You shouldn't listen to me
I'm sure he's just a regular guy
Maybes he's kinda new
And like you he's really shy
Maybe its an awkward
Silly game he thinks he needs to play for you
You should let him tie you up
Let him carry you back home
Let him lock you away
In a tiny little room
If he's Van Gogh on drugs
You were meant to paint the sky
And if he's only a man
We will never wonder why
He even comes here at all
Never speaks to anyone
Doesn't look at his phone
Keeps his eyes to the sun
Taps his time on his nails
Turns his head as you move
Leaves no tip in our jar
Has a delicate smell
I think he's Van Gogh on drugs