MIRROR
VERSE I

Dreams are locked up in cage
to weak to turn a single page
again a day just fades away
without a sense i guess that's okay

Losing grip on what i found
snoozing alarms and turn around

VERSE II

i pinched the wire to my door bell
so no ones asking me if i am well
what's the meaning of well anyways
one look into a mirror, i see a smiling face
the tripping tap plays a so beat fine
to sweetest melodies i'm having on my mind

C-Part

I'm feeling wise
in writing you a poem with just one word
nothing to disguise
when your thoughts are hung up in the wardrobe
vermouth on ice
is guiding me through every fucking tuesday