Mirror Images

If I'm the mirror and you're the image

Then what's the secret between the two,

'Me's and 'you's, how many can there be?

Oh, I don't mind all that around the place,

As long as you keep it away from me.

I've begun to regret that we ever met

Between the dimensions.

It gets such a strain to pretend that the change

Is anything but cheap

With your infant pique and your angst pretensions

Sometimes you act like such a creep.

And now I'm standing in the corner,

Looking at the room and the furniture

Cheap imitation of alienation and grief.

And now we're going to the kitchen,

Fix ourselves a drink and a cigarette,

Getting no closer to being the joker or thief.

Who's the joker? Who's the thief?

Who's the joker? Who's the thief?

Still, I reflect, this nervous wreck

Who stands before me

Can see as well, can surely tell

That he's not yet free;

He can turn aside, but can no more ignore me

Than know which one of us is he,

Than tell what he is going to be,

Than know which one of is me.

Take the mirror away

Take the mirror away

Take the mirror away

When it's gone then the real one will stay