She was calling around to find half an hour
She walked right into my mirror
Says she's here to waste time I said "That's fine."
Listen, to thyself be true, to thyself be true

Every thread, every hair re-arranged to resemble
You could have her, detective daughter copy
Please don't be me
There are so many skirts under the table
None of these long legs are mine
She calls around finds me crying
Wish I were capable of lying sometimes
Hide out

Love is hell, hell is love
Hell is asking to be loved
Hide out and then run when no one's looking

She's still calling around to find half an hour
She'll always have a place in my mirror
But she's got no more time, now she wants mine
But I'm all out too

To thyself be true
To thyself be true
To thyself be true
To thyself be true

Sure, it's no big deal