In the glassware
Small and sharp
A reflection stalks us
In the dark
We hide,
Yet no one near
Will stop it while the mirror's here
.
Heading round the corner there
We whisper words to calm our fears
It's strange to think about how we feel
How every sound makes us jump, so real
.
Two months later it's hard to think
As the moon's reflected in the kitchen sink
Everything feels so black and white
The dust and grime blurs what should be right
.
I wished upon a shooting star
That all reflections near and far
Would leave us be to sleep and snore
Dreams and dreams with pain no more
.
But oh, of course they laughed and said
How little thought we have in our heads,
My wishes ignored for the simple fact
That we must earn respect back.
.
In a world not far from now
The reflection's stopped to drink, alone
It's strange to see how from place to place
How much we learn, how much we've changed.
.
To the tune of Bang Bang - My Baby Shot Me Down by Nancy Sinatra and from the Kill Bill soundtrack.
The song has been stuck in my head. It is slowly driving me crazy, I think.
I also think that is an understatement, and not the worst.
Thanks for reading and whatnot.
-Red :)
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