Lyrics

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,
theres 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