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