Mirror
The cold beige walls
The staples
That hold your jeans together
Your corset breath 
So hollow 
Your tummy tucked so tightly under
I follow you up the stairs
Go to your bathroom
Smash up your mirror
Let the specters consume you

There's blood on the walls
Oh!
Why can't I be strong
Fight it?

Try and do your make-up
Distorted and it looks fucked up
Don't look at the pictures
Deceptive reflections
Your smoking me out
With your cigarettes and your lazy pout
Try and carry on 
Fighting it, oh

You will never find a home with her
You're just pieces on the floor

Written by Chris Asher
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