Popcorn Machine

I post up by the popcorn machine
Watching all the patrons take their seats
I've already seen this movie
Now I'm here to bootleg the best scenes
When on her way in, could it be
My future bride-to-be, casually

And what was she, but beautiful
In every single way
And what was I, but skeptical of all she had to say
Oh, what a paradise it seems to me
To find this ideal mate
But studies show we stake our bliss on merging funds to procreate

Rip my ticket up and find me
Cowering behind the old standees
Convinced that in due time we'll all be
Copies of copies of copies
I check the sole of my shoe for a butterfly
And ask myself if my truth is my double's lie

'Cause what is he, but useful to replace me when I die
'Cause all my friends, they tell me I look just like this guy and that guy
I rest my case: It doesn't matter as to whom or how or why
The only certainty, I think, is "If", and anyway, goodnight

Let's all go to the lobby
Let's all go to the lobby
Let's all go to the lobby to get ourselves

Let's all go to the lobby
Let's all go to the lobby
Let's all go to the lobby to get ourselves