Little Round Mirrors

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 tiptoes
 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 there you're going 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 hole in the middle you can't seem to fill