She was calling around to find half an hour
She walked right into my mirror
Says she's here to waste time I said "That's fine."
Listen, to thyself be [bad word] Every thread, every hair re-arranged to resemble
You could have her, detective daughter copy
Please don't be me
There are so many skirts under the table
None of these long legs are mine
She calls around finds me crying, wish i were capable of lying sometimes
Love is real, real is love
Love is asking to be loved [bad word] is real, real is love [bad word] is living love
Hide out and [bad word] when no one's looking
She's still calling around to find half an hour
She'll always have a place in the mirror
She's got no more time, i said "That's fine"
I'm all out too
To thyself be [bad word]