Once upon a time in my bedroom a mirror fell and shattered to pieces
It didn't really spoil my mood but then I remembered all the things we say about
Breaking such a thing, maybe I'm screwed although I don't really believe that it's true
So I went back to my business like nothing had happened, took a deep breath and my pen back on the paper
But the words came in so freakin' twisted I swear, everything from then on tasted so bitter
It was a bit odd in my head just like when I have a little too much to drink
And I wake up in my bed and I just feel so lame
Oh Oh it's just messing with my inspiration
Oh Oh it's confusing my inspiration
Maybe all of this was real and now I got a curse and I'll end up like Kurt
What a lousy way to end the game, oh I was doing just fine before bad luck came in
Now I'm complaining about awful days I never had, miscalculating and clearly overreacting
My lips are smiling but my eyes are telling all the dirty shit I've been through since I opened them
At least that's what I think, I see the world as bleak, but my brother always says I tend to overplay
So I tried to look at the light at the end of the tunnel
But then I realize I could've chosen another metaphor
Oh Oh it's just messing with my inspiration
Oh Oh it's confusing my inspiration
Oh Oh it's just messing with my inspiration
Oh Oh it's confusing my inspiration
Once upon a time in my bedroom a mirror fell and shattered to pieces
It didn't really spoil my mood cause I'm not superstitious
Once upon a time in my bedroom a mirror fell and shattered to pieces
It didn't really spoil my mood cause I'm not superstitious