Little Round Mirrors - Harvey Danger

All alone

On the floor

Next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress

The door

Is ajar

From afar

You can hear bands practicing

And When they dream they all

Dream of somebody like you

Somebody who takes what they make

Twice as seriously as they could ever hope to do And when you dream

You dream of a day…

When you find something you could love half as much

As you love all your little round mirrors

See yourself reflected in one, there’s a hole in the middle

You can’t seem to fill

Bring them home

Watch them go All you know is you hope they’ll hurry back

And you cry

Then you lie your frail body down

Like a penny on a railroad track

And even if they stay in touch

The past stays in the past

But every time

You crash a little bit harder than the last

And every time you crash don’t you

Wanna find something you could love

Half as much as you love all your little round mirrors

See yourself reflected in one

There’s a hole in the middle you can’t seem to fill

A shooting star is A little piece of Cosmic debree desperately wanting to fall to earth

It doesn’t get too far

It’s not a real star

It’s hardly even worth footnotes in your memoir

Shoulder to shoulder

Up on our tip-toes

Chewing our fingers

And craning our necks

Just to see

Quite the collection

Divide by section

It’s just a surrogate connection leaving you all alone

On the floor next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress

The door

Still ajar

There you are and now you’re coming to stay until

You can find someone who will love you as much

As you love all your little round mirrors

Murdering your time in cold blood

There’s a whole in the middle you can’t seem to fill