Back Street Mirror

Caught up by a smoke-filled room full of inclinations
I looked out to some market street preachers for some inspirations
And as my mind got pasted to the window with exaggerations
I thought I was falling through what I was told to be standing to
Then I felt about how hard it would be being here without you

Introduced to a butcher disguised in socialized relations
By the duchess of sleuth who kept her booth selling famed quotations
And as she complained of the spread-
Headed losers causing her aggravations
I thought about what I might could do to
Shake her eyes as to what I was seeing through
But then I felt about how hard it would be being here without you

Boarded in on the thirteenth floor of the Hotel Confusion
I was asked "Don't you think that your thoughts are only an illusion?"
And as I looked at the street below from
The ledge thinking simple exclusion
I was stopped by the thought of you
And about what I was thinking to do
Then I felt about how hard it would be being here without you