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, theres a hole in the middle
You can't seem to fill.

And the door is still ajar until.


Many condolences to the solarium girl.
At least she made it to her bday.