I need a mirror
And the eyes of a man
I need no protection from my
Bullet proof plan
Cos I’ve got a ticket
For all that I lack
You might think that I’m gone for good
But I know that I’m coming back
Sit at my table
Sip from my bowl
I feel like I know you now
And I will do until I get old
You might not see me
Or trust that I’ll stay
But there’s no sense in traveling
If we’ve already been that way
Night is an adder
Hidden in grass
Bites like her life depends on it
And waits to see how long you last
But you know better
You stand your ground
It might just sting a little
But she knows you’re sticking around