I'm locking all the doors I'm busting up the mirrors
Reflection is a dirty thing It seems that's all too obvious
I didn't dim the lights enough They see me against the wall
I'm making silhouettes, and it's all my fucking fault
I would prefer a breeze, but I'll settle for this drink in front of me
The humid night just sticks to my skin
Isn't that so generous It follows me to sleep
Now I toss and turn in I hit the lights and sit at the edge of the bed,
Strumming what's inside of me I guess this night's been turned into something useful
I'm strumming my guitar looking out a dirty window I'm drunker than I've been
What else do I have to say or sing?