Reflection -

It’s a funny thing, in dying question

Like a beauty queen, without reflection

And demise is all you dream

Old receipts and body cream, where’s your passion?

A million hands hold when you fall

Off the swings of alcohol, love tastes sweetly

There’s a wormhole in the wall

On the other end you’ve got it all, summer season

And I wish you were next to me

Roles have switched

I carry the empathy

Roles have switched

You are next to me

And I wish

You’d carry the empathy

You’d carry the empathy

You’d carry the empathy