Mirror Images
If I'm the mirror and you're the imageThen what's the secret between the twoThese me's and you's, how many can there beOh, I don't mind all that around the placeAs long as you keep itWell away from me
I've begun to regret that we ever metBetween the dimensionsIt gets such a strain to pretend that the changeIs anything but cheapWith your infant pique and your angst pretensionsSometimes you act like a creep
And now I'm standing in the cornerLooking at the room and the furnitureIn cheap imitation of alienation and griefAnd now we're going to the kitchenFix ourselves a drink and a cigaretteGetting no closer to being the joker or thief
Still, I reflect, this nervous wreckWho stands before me can see as wellCan surely tell that he's not yet freeHe can turn aside, but can no more ignore meThan know which one of us is heThan tell what we are going to beThan know which one of is me
And now we're going to the kitchenFix ourselves a drink and a cigaretteGetting no closer to being the joker or thief
These mirror imagesThese mirror imagesWon't stay, go away, are no help
In these mirror images of myselfThere are no secrets