Tragic Mirror - Sondre Lerche

Here’s a man, his own tragic mirror

Capable of such crimes he is scared

To look at himself too long at a time

Here’s a man, his own wrapped up worry

Thinking he will do wrong very shortly

The answer remains locked up in his head

And charity plays a game with your head

It gets to you now, it gets to you now

And charity plays away with your head

It gets to you now, it gets to you now

Somehow you’ve got to smarten up

And act like nothing’s ever gonna break you

Break you, break your mirror in two

Here’s a man aware of his defects

Such a sensitive soul such a rebel

Capable of detecting his flaws

Here’s a man self righteous, self pitying

Nursing losses and pain and inflicting guilt

That should keep them busy for days

And charity plays a game with your head

It gets to you now, it gets to you now

And vanity takes your dog for a walk

It gets to you now, it gets to you now

Somehow youve got to smarten up

And act like nothing’s ever gonna

Break you, break you, break your mirror in two

Here’s a man really worth the attention

So mature but so dumb

In broad daylight the answer remains locked up in his head

It’s blowing around somewhere in his head