Back Street Mirror

Caught up by a smoke-filled room full of inclinations

I looked out to some market street preachers for some inspirations

And as my mind got pasted to the window with exaggerations

I thought I was falling through what I was told to be standing to

Then I felt about how hard it would be being here without you

Introduced to a butcher disguised in socialized relations

By the duchess of sleuth who kept her booth selling famed quotations

And as she complained of the spread-

Headed losers causing her aggravations

I thought about what I might could do to

Shake her eyes as to what I was seeing through

But then I felt about how hard it would be being here without you

Boarded in on the thirteenth floor of the Hotel Confusion

I was asked "Don't you think that your thoughts are only an illusion?"

And as I looked at the street below from

The ledge thinking simple exclusion

I was stopped by the thought of you

And about what I was thinking to do

Then I felt about how hard it would be being here without you