Emily Haines
Detective's Daughter
She was calling around to find half an hourShe walked right into my mirrorSays she's here to waste time I said "That's fine."Listen, to thyself be trueEvery thread, every hair re-arranged to resembleYou could have her, detective daughter copyPlease don't be meThere are so many skirts under the tableNone of these long legs are mineShe calls around finds me crying, wish i were capable of lyingsometimesLove is real, real is loveLove is asking to be lovedHell is real, real is loveHell is living loveHide out and then run when no one's lookingShe's still calling around to find half an hourShe'll always have a place in the mirrorShe's got no more time, i said "That's fine"I'm all out tooTo thyself be true
From Letras Mania