saw my reflection, covered in glass
how it reminds me of you
broken like a vision, an unfinished season
terror had struck me, but all I could see is your soft skin
and I wondered
inside the workhouse, you mind your own business
and I had the courage of two
and as I requested a lapse in your presence
i couldn’t think of anything important to say
so I wondered
when this day will end
yeah, I wondered if we’d speak again.
yeah, I wonder.