Little Round Mirrors

All alone, on the floor
Next to your twin bed box spring and mattress
The door is ajar
From afar you can hear bands practicing
And when they dream they all
Dream of somebody like you
Somebody who takes what they make
Twice as seriously as they could ever hope to do
And when you dream, you dream of a day

When you find something you could love
Half as much as you love all your little round mirrors
See yourself reflected in one
There's a hole in the middle you can't seem to fill

Bring them home, watch them go
All you know is you hope they'll hurry back
And you cry, then you lie your frail body down
Like a penny on a railroad track
And even if they stay in touch
The past stays in the past
But every time you crash
A little bit harder than the last
And every time you crash, don't you

Wanna find something you could love
Half as much as you love all your little round mirrors?
See yourself reflected in one
There's a hole in the middle you can't seem to fill

A shooting star is a little piece of
Cosmic debris desperately wanting to fall to earth
It doesn't get too far, it's not a real star
It's hardly even worth footnotes in your memoir
Shoulder to shoulder, up on our tiptoes
Chewing our fingers and craning our necks just to see
Quite the collection, divide by section
It's just a surrogate connection leaving you all alone

On the floor
Next to your twin bed box spring and mattress
The door, still ajar
There you are and there you're going to stay until

You can find someone who will love you as much
As you love all your little round mirrors
Murdering your time in cold blood
There's a hole in the middle you can't seem to fill



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Huffman, Jeff Lin, Sean Nelson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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