Mirrors

I can move things around

I can try this rug there

If the tables in the corner

Than the window needs a chair

It's awfully heavy on this side

Awfully crowded to the eye

It's awfully, awfully a lot of work

Just to be here

My stupid eyes

My stupid eyes

Credit card debt

Credit card debt

Seemed like a good idea

In the moment

Wish I could return that

Vintage rug

If I'm going to feel this ugly

In my mind

In my mind

I look out the window

And all the leaves

Have fallen

I look out the window

And all the trees

Are bare

In a house full of mirrors

It's no wonder I'm

Seeing myself

I was trying to reflect the light

I was trying to feel warm inside

House of mirrors