I'll Be My Mirror

(There was a)

tiny asian woman screaming in the street today

And she was screaming at a person that she obviously hates

(She was so)

Loud we heard the screaming with our windows all rolled up

And we all looked down the street to see who she was

screaming at

-

(but there was)

no one on the sidewalk so we all looked back at her

(and we saw)

in her homeless hands she held a 1960s mirror

a pretty plastic girly one framed in a purple case

and she was screaming at herself and she was spitting in her

face.

And we were scared and we were shaken waiting at the

intersection

Looking at each other's faces, and each one a shocked reflection

And we laugh with nervous laughter at the crazies in the

street

But it's only cos we know its how we kind of want to be

And there's a fraction of a brain cell chain that makes us

what we are

One false move you're in the mirror, someone's laughing from

the car

Casey said she'd seen that woman half a dozen times

And that she has a bunch of mirrors, she has lots of

different kinds

And I wondered what she'd shouted and I wondered what she'd

done

The light turned green, and someone said we ought to put her

in a song

I feel

sorry for that woman as she stormed off in the day

With a bitter frozen enemy who will never go away

And so many of us hate ourselves but never shout in rage

We never get to hold a mirror, we never turn the page

And I'm lucky I've got people who will hold me in the night

And I'm lucky that you love me, and I'm glad we never fight

And I'm lucky that I like myself, but late at night I doubt,

So I'm scared to look at mirrors, just in case I start to

shout.