Reflections fabricate the image I crave
It's not a perfect one but better in many ways
A mirror stage
Not something real, but something clear
The glass replays my plans and tempers the fear
For days, and then I pray
For a change
Because when the morning comes
Before I drench myself in sun
Before I gaze past everyone
I realize there's something wrong
So, I ask what the hell is going on
Anyway
Anyway
The day goes on with nothing new
Reflections indicate my plans are falling through
The quarter moon comes into view
Comes into view
When the morning comes
Before I drench myself in sun
Before I gaze past everyone
I realize there's something wrong
So, I ask what the hell is going on
What's going on
Anyway
Anyway
(The day goes on with nothing new)
Anyway
(Reflections indicate my plans are falling through)
Anyway
Anyway
(A mirror stage)