Too Clever By Half

I am worn and the leather is worn like a sweet who-done-it disguise, each of us straight laced against the drown-ding each of us witty as bells against the drown-ding of mediocre and striving with every bar order placed to transcend the table next to us, the sallow table next to us, the table that thinks you're cute no deliberation, the easy table oh yeah, the table that would go home with you if you even asked.