Is she secretly on my side 
Does she know all the reasons I've cried 
And secretly still sing along 
The soundtrack of her life my songs 
(She always got the meanings wrong) 

She's my sororal doppelganger 
Following close like a phantom 
Loving my discards just to confuse me: 
Which of us holds the hand-me-downs? 
(Which of us wears the wedding gowns?) 

Now she wears my old life, the life I think she made 
On [bad word] side she preyed 
Did she always picture herself in my place 
Now the darling's won the race 
(I wish that she could see my face) 

Does she remember the day we tried on white dresses 
The day she was my sister, before I was her confessor 
Now does she revel in victory 
Or is she plagued by the ghost of me? 
(Haunted by what she can not see)