Back Street Mirror

Corner bar, smoke filled room full of inclination
I went down to some market street preachers for some inspiration
And as my mind got pasted to the window with exaggeration

I thought I was falling through
But I was told to be standing too
And I felt about how hard it would be, being here without you

Introduced to a butcher disguised in socialized relations
By the Duchess of Sooth, who kept her booth selling famed quotations
And as she complained of this red headed loser causing her aggravation

I thought about what I might could do
To shake her eyes as to what I was seeing through
But then I felt about how hard it would be, being here without you

Boarded in on the thirteenth floor of the Hotel Confusion
I was asked 'Don't you think that your thoughts are only an illusion?'
And as I looked to the street below from the ledge thinking simple exclusion

I was stopped by the thought of you
And about what I was thinking to do
And I felt about how hard it would be, being here without you