My parents
Won't recognize me
They'll say she's half our world
But this one's got that dimly lit thing
And my old friends
Will worry at least
They'll say it's not her fault
It's the other guy
Who gave her too much to think
But I see what you all mean
Lately I've been just
Making the mirror nervous
By the way I've been looking at it
Though I still look forward to things
I still look forward to
Finishing speciality salads
Like that will make me new
But when who I wanna be is out of reach
I'll just lay on the carpet underneath
I thought you
Were expecting me
But I walked into your life
The way it used to be
And your girlfriend
She vacuums my hair
While you both wonder
How this perfect stranger got there
But I see what you all mean
Lately I've been just
Making the mirror nervous
By the way I've been looking at it
Though I still look forward to things
I still look forward to
Getting so out of it
That life could mean just you
When no one is there to hold up me
I can see there's no carpet underneath
I won't
Recognize me
I'm like the good Coop in the Lodge
When he can't leave
And all that I meet
Blames it maybe on the heat
Anything but the carpet underneath
Anything but the nothing under me