Piranhas - The Mirror Trap

We’re up to our eyeballs, in half a million problems

Piranhas come calling and tear the flesh right off us

I woke up this morning, with three bears in my porridge

With no good news in paper, no let up in the weather

I live for the weekend, a bowl to put my keys in

I hide my desires, so you won’t kick me out the gang

How can you see with the sun in your eyes?

How do you know when you’re feeling low?

It takes you over, it takes you on

One stop, ten years, I was young when I first got here, now Im sick,

I can’t breath

I love her, I hate her, I couldn’t live without her

I think I might kill her so no one else can have her

I would turn to drink but I just don’t have the stomach

I’m F. Scott Fitzgerald without the money or the wife

How can you see with the sun in your eyes?

How do you know when you’re feeling low?

It takes you over, it takes you on

One stop, ten years, I was young when I first got here, now Im sick,

I can’t breath

And all I see is a brick wall, just another mother-fucking brick wall

Its all there, its all there, and its never going to go