lyrics to a song I love

Here's a man, his own tragic mirror,

capable of such crimes, he is scared

to look at himself too long at a time.

Here's a man, his own wrapped up worry,

thinking he will do wrong, very shortly,

the answer remains locked up in his head.

And charity plays a game with your head,

it gets to you now, it gets to you now.

And charity plays away with your head,

it gets to you now, it gets to you now.

Somehow you've got to smarten up,

and act like nothing's ever gonna break you,

break you, break your mirror, in two.

Here's a man, aware of his defects,

such a sensitive soul, such a rebel,

capable of detecting his flaws.

Here's a man, self-righteous, self-pitying,

nursing losses and pain, and inflicting guilt

that will keep them busy for days.

And charity plays a game with your head,

it gets to you now, it gets to you now.

And vanity takes your dog for a walk,

it gets to you now, it gets to you now.

Somehow you've got to smarten up,

and act like nothing's ever gonna break you,

break you, break your mirror in two.

Here's a man really worth the attention,

so mature, but so dumb.

In broad daylight, the answer remains locked up in his head.

It's blowing around somewhere, in his head.

"Tragic Mirror" - Sondre Lerche