Looking Glass

Picture the past through your pink looking glass Painting a picture that you can then look upon and laugh Wiping the fogged glass with your finger tip Tracing a picture to see how the condensation drips Moving through life in a car on your own Convincing myself that I’m best off alone Living your life in the blink of an eye Reminding myself that it’s no fault of mine Going down Going down Softly wipe the sleep from under your eyes The picture you’d drawn has now gone And been taken by the sun It’s not the only one Every once in a while I think of you it makes me smile It’s almost too much bear Like you’re always standing thеre I know that I can’t go return back therе Not again Going down Going down