She was calling around to find half an hour   She walked right into my mirror   Says she's here to waste time I said "That's fine."   Listen, to thyself be true   Every thread, every hair re-arranged to resemble   You could have her, detective daughter copy   Please don't be me   There are so many skirts under the table   None of these long legs are mine   She calls around finds me crying, wish i were capable of lying   sometimes   Love is real, real is love   Love is asking to be loved   Hell is real, real is love   Hell is living love   Hide out and then run when no one's looking      She's still calling around to find half an hour   She'll always have a place in the mirror   She's got no more time, i said "That's fine"   I'm all out too      To thyself be true