I can move things around
I can try this rug there
If the table's in the corner, then the window needs a chair
It's awfully heavy on this side
Awfully crowded to the eye
It's awfully, awfully a lot of work just to be here
My stupid eyes, my stupid eyes
Credit card debt, credit card debt
Seemed like a good idea
In the moment
Wish I could return vintage rug
If I'm gonna feel this ugly
In my mind
In my mind
I look out my window
And all the leaves have fallen
I look out my window
And all the trees are bare
A house full of mirrors
It's no wonder I'm seeing myself
I was trying to reflect the light
I was trying to feel warm inside
Ah, of mirrors
A house full of mirrors
