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