It can feel like it's been ages
Though time is standing still
A bit rough around the edges
Through the steep ride up the hill
Gazing through the window glass
And yet slowly daylight fades
You're left staring at your own reflection
Unwillingly diving into deep introspection
It's so much easier to get lost in your own eyes
Reflecting themselves, reflecting you
An endless amount of times
But minds tend to race at track speed
Through a million thoughts every second
Fight yourself into a messy nosebleed
It shouldn't be this hard, you'd reckon
All we want is to remark
On the views beyond the glass
But when everything is dark
We're instead forced to stare into us
No matter how fast you can swim
Nothing can save you from drowning in your own lungs
Gasping in water may be grim
And still it's better than nothing happening at all
How do you know that your reflection is your own?
Illusions in the glass or mind tricks
What's another broken, shattered bone,
To a heavy pile of carmine bricks?
Warm hand meeting the cold echo of itself
Separated by thin glass
Why not try and make amends
As long as you have some time to pass?
Because I remember what you said
Even though it sounded kind of sappy
We don't hold hands because we're sad
But because it makes us happy.
