She was calling around to find half an hour
She walked right into my mirror
Said she's here to waste time, I said, That's fine”

Listen to thy self, be true to thy self, be true to thy self, be true

Every thread, every hair rearranged to resemble you
You could help 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
Hide out and run when no one's looking
Hide out
Love is hell, hell is love
Hell is asking to be loved

She's still calling around to find half an hour
She'll always have a place in my mirror
She's got no more time now she wants mine
But I'm all out too,

To thy self, be true to thy self, be true to thy self, be true

Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh

It's no big deal