Death Cab For Cutie

The workadays were propping the bar quietly erasing the week and i was in a cornerbooth thinking
(pretending to read) about the impossiblity of one to love unconditionally and the words that we drive into the ground...
Their repetition starts to thin their meaning.
Then everything got frighteningly still as they entered and intersected the floor and i tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for.
But all of the parts are the same on every face (few variables change).