Thin Mirrors

Think I need a safe space when I'm around
Little mirrors that shave my ego down
Think it's getting harder to make a sound
Think I need a place where I can't be found

And if you see my shadow it's not a friend to me
And if you want my sickness it's my apology

And my temper's far too weak to come clean
And my temper's far too weak to come clean

This is not how it's supposed to be
I think it's lost in memory
This is not how it's supposed to go
This is not how it's supposed to go

You call me crazy but it's honesty that seeps into my blood
It's not insane to want to praise someone to praise my only love
I get back home and I crawl out of my skin wasted coming down

But I know
I know
I know it hurts
I know
I know
I know it hurts

And if you see my shadow it's not a friend to me
And if you want my sickness it's my apology

And my temper's far too weak to come clean
And my temper's far too weak to come clean



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Waldvogel, John Bomer, Marley Kaye, Miles Ferguson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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