Matchsticks Don't Make Men

She sits alone at this cafe
Never looking over her shoulder
But feeling every change
This scene is all but picture perfect
Is it worth it
As the bartender pours you another drink you sit and think
Should I lock eyes with a stranger
Just to feel his sense of danger?
As I enter from stage right
Behind a painted face she's screaming
"I'm not an optimist!"
Keep it up, keep it up
You'll find something to smile about
They don't know its you; your disguise is more than convincing
Keep it up, keep it up
You'll find something to smile about
They don't know its you; just play it cool and don't give yourself away
I'll ask if this seat is taken
If I'm not mistaken,
You were expecting me anyways
Your eyes are hiding more than tears
They're giving away your fears
And with this handful of lines I'll expect you to change
But I'm left wanting
Behind a painted face she's screaming
"I'm not an optimist!"
Keep it up, keep it up
You'll find something to smile about
They don't know its you; your disguise is more than convincing
Keep it up, keep it up
You'll find something to smile about
They don't know its you; just play it cool and don't give yourself away
She demands compensation for what's been done here
And how I wish I knew what we were dealing with
Matchsticks don't make men and I've created a monster
There's a storm coming and I can feel it in my bones
I want to hear your voices echo off these walls
There's a storm coming I can feel it, I can feel it
And I've created a monster