seeming stripped of all the faults that you possessed
you possessed... to impress
tilted facades are a losing game at best
shattered face, scattered hands, (?) trust, still displaced
let it spill onto the street
i've no way (?) incomplete
you know my thoughts aren't hard to teach
hard to teach
hard to teach
hard to teach
hard to teach
ahhh
broken mirror shards laid out and re-arranged
still the same... just re-framed
and best reflections you're expecting to receive
the one you seek doesn't ring any bells, so to speak
let it spill onto the street
i've no way (?) incomplete
you know my thoughts aren't hard to teach
hard to teach
hard to teach
hard to teach
hard to teach
ahhh
let it spill onto the street
i've no way (?) incomplete
and (?) obsolete
incomplete
incomplete
incomplete
incomplete