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 debris 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