Waitress

These faces have fallen here before (Tired and blue)
A light that bleeds unforgiving shadows

Her olive eyes repeat failure
In every glare, her olive eyes

A failure that mirrors itself
A failure that mirrors itself
With a foreign (Stare)
With a foreign (Stare)
With a foreign (Stare)
With a foreign (Stare)
(Hold it together) Hold it together

You'll find your peace
You'll find your peace
But the pieces are, pieces are
Burnt shells that frame regret
That frame regret on every wall
That frame regret on every, on every wall

Reflections of of olive eyes
Eyes pierce holes through her
Her haunted heart

She hates that stare, her smiling face defense
She hates that stare, her smiling face defense
To the world, to the world