Mirrors - Microwave

Feet on the side mirror

With a sunset in the rearview

I’m coming back

Back to the state;

to a constant state of crisis

Because what do you do once you’re safe

And you find that everything you wanted

Is everything you hate?

Time hasn’t been kind

It’s been building up under our eyes

But we’ve got time still

We’ll figure it out

We’ve taken it this far so why stop now?

Show me some teeth

I want to feel it

I need something worth keeping a secret

I need something