Mirror

I woke up this morning with a tightness in my chest

From a dream whose hands were wrapped around my neck

No matter what my waking life has shown to be fact

When I find space my going goes running straight back

But in your arms I feel secure, like all my questions are of no concern

I've been looking all around the grocery store

For proof I am who I've been without question years before

And it feels shallow because I know my heart is yours

The answer bears no weight inside my chest until I'm forced

But in your arms I feel secure, like all my questions are of no concern

And I can't see a mirror without wondering

How the hell I ended up so caught up inside my head that I can't get out

And I want to be honest with myself, but my permission still comes with doubt

How can a cynic find the truth if he can't even find himself?

And I can't see a mirror without wondering

How the hell I ended up so caught up inside my head that I can't get out