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The face in the mirror I can't recognize
The moth-eaten stranger with sorrowful eyes
Like someone who's learned what a full life isn't
Like someone who's paid to mind his own business
Mental reflection affords no repose
From constant rejection, consigned to the shadows
Determined to never be late for dinner
The body will stretch while the heart grows thinner
Like someone who's learned what a full life isn't
Like someone who's paid to mind his own business
I'll wait for your love till the others are good and finished
I'll stay out of sight as my life passes right to the minute
I'd hate to deter you from using your charms to the limit
Persuaded along by a prospect of long acquaintance
Casting my lot for a pot that could not but sweeten
Make it to when you could say you are glad that you waited
I wish I were able to act as refined
As the ones who would profit from disturbing my mind
You can't tell me justice was right there waiting
A grim recollection not meant for trading
I wish that my pen would run itself dry
While a sliver of blue yet remains in the sky
If only they took the time to consider
I don't like to sing when I get this bitter
You can't tell me justice was right there waiting
A grim recollection not meant for trading
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| © 2011. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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