So i talked to nadine and she said to meet them at the bar, and i'm trying to shadow my words by indiscretions and a sleight of hand that i hope they don't see through - so when i meet them at the bar they'll still believe in short possibilities and in what could hide behind a mystery, and i'll dress myself in blacks and in reds - fit for the occasion or a miscommunication, this liar's club is very elite: you were born a member or you better know someone. and i'm shaking like the devil on a date with a future that he never, ever planned. and as the stars as my witness, they could never see this coming. Nadine, can't you see that this isn't me - that you're a figment; a fractured gesture towards a life unfulfilled. you'll never be a scar, just a name at a bar, and i'm frightened to think that everyone is you.