Ironic Romance

Get up and walk around, in this empty room
And listen to the sound of our impending doom
I was hoping you might be mine
There’s something we can’t deny
About this thing between you and I
Staring out your window in the afternoon
Choking on the scent of smoke and cheap perfume
And the cars keep passing by
As you let the time slip right out of your fingers
And out into the sky
And there’s some ironic romance in the air
As you dance around the tables and the chairs
And as your body moves
I can’t help but stare
Some ironic romance in the air
As you dance around the tables and the chairs
And as your body moves
I can’t help but stare
Get up and walk around, in this empty room
And process all these events between me and you
You say it was all good fun
As you take the cash and run
I’ve got this funny feeling that we’re not done