Neighborhood of Sirens

When I look in the mirror, I am not alone
The smell of pomade recalls talks of girls
And how their clothes fit better and some discomfort is good
And I-don't-know-if-I-cans and do-you-think-you-woulds

And the clock on the mantel only reads once upon a time
A hell of a story once yours to tell, now I guess it's mine
And sleep tight tonight your airforce is awake
In this neighborhood of sirens, just a matter of time
'Til I break down and cry