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