Joseph In the Bathroom

Joseph’s in the bathroom and the world goes by outside
There is writing on the mirror from the students who have tried
To make some words from all the noise that moves around inside their heads – he is looking at the mirror, reading all the things they said
And they say it’s just a game but still they push him from the board
And he’s been bundled in the back where all the other games are stored
And every time his hand goes up in class, it’s not to get it right – his hand’s a waving GPS, it’s pointing up and out of sight

No reflections, and no reflection
No reflections, and no reflection

Autumn’s in the art-room, overweight and underfed
And she is beautiful, but not from anything that we have said
If there was something in the water she was drinking somewhere else
All of her shelves are full of bottles that she thinks are for her health
And she thought about the talent show, the deadline came and went
Her parents tell themselves it's for the best her voice is strange and bent
There is a humming in her locker, something from the radio
It’s just a boring song that no one likes and Autumn hums it slow

No reflections, and no reflection
No reflections, and no reflection

And they see me in the high school gym, I’m standing with my friends
And I see now we must have shone, we must have looked so good to them
We were the lucky ones, the kids who would get picked up by the claw
I want to tell them how I’m fighting back, I see what they both saw
I want to stick a nail into the tire that’s rolling on our legs
I want to run around the circus tent and pull out all the pegs
And it’s been hurting me to sing, I think I probably do it wrong
But here’s a happy song for all of us, I don't know where we’ve gone

No reflections, and no reflection
No reflections, and no reflection