Find me somebody to love Can anybody find me somebody to love? Somebody uh (somebody) somebody (somebody) Each morning I get up I die a little Can barely stand on my feet (take a look at yourself) Take a look in the mirror and cry Lord, what you're doing

Dreamt of a doorway That opened to everything And I'm reaching towards it Drifting backwards Drawing the curtains Windows inside my head Maybe I'm only making mirrors

Toy-like people make me boy-like I see myself in there upon my lover I found a reason I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my era so You lick a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways

Falling in and out of love Your love, your love, your love I keep keep falling Love is fade away See the mirror in your eyes See the truth behind the lies Your lies are haunting me See the reason in your eyes

Welcome to dying I don't let it out Look to the mirror it shows what I am Can't you see the dragon's seed bears in me The dragon's breath I don't let it out I spread my wings and fly away Close to insanity Beyond the realms I've been

Justa creepin' Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in a late December. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin' Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door,

It's coming, brace myself A notion of what's to be, there's no escape Drifting alone upon the dragon ship Eerily still, no winds that tear or whip Silence deafens, the sea is mirror calm Blood runs like the water from my palm I'm standing by myself

Talking to the man in her mirror And it's dangerous Sleepin' with these strangers Every night a different woman doing the same shit And you don't even care I know it's fucked up Different city, switching women Putting cups up, getting fucked up Ain't got

I'm a gargoyle (word) Got 'em hard boiled (boiled) Where this popcorn? (Pop) I'm on top floors (hey) Bitch, I'm country (top, top, top) I mean Tom Sawyer Black on black mirror (yeah) That is charcoal No (What lil' shawty, what lil' shawty say)

There is someone in the attic Building a strange machine Never really seen him But I think he works all day Blinded by the world outside I stay inside Hardly know my name But it's getting better by time I saw something in the mirror