Boy Sees Mirror

[Verse 1]
I know it’s fucked up but I wish you the worst
How you call me your best friend I called you my lover
So I’ll see you on Sunday until then just fuck off
I’ll find peace in my room or the bike ride to work
You see lately my grace lasts an hour at best
When my eyes get all wide as if pills in my head
And I’ll see you on Sunday see what happens then
I’ve been staring at the world have you figured it out yet?
That man’s problems would be solved if he could see past himself

[Verse 2]
Still just an earth wanderer I made up the rest
About having a soul and my purpose; she left
But you know I’ll recall it all blurry and bright
Least when they take your picture they tell you to smile
But for now, tame your hands keeps those thoughts in your head
When it’s dark in my room and I wish I was dead!
And I’ll see you on Sunday I’m sorry for this
I live recklessly and hide it by calling it passion
Will I find my balance?
No! No?