Trapped in the Mirror
A crush song. The "Library Girl" is a real person and has heard the song, but chooses to live in quiet anonymity.
Put my glasses on your face
Take this Iris and a stock to my brain
There is someone I would like you to see
Someone who needs to be free
And I know you don't go for other women
But empirically
"Short, plain brunette, library girl"
Are you speaking English? Do you mean the same one?
And I must admit being slightly biased
But look objectively
Standing to the left of my reflection
Standing right next to me
But she's trapped in the mirror
She's trapped in the mirror
Maybe we're not meant to love ourselves
And that's what you need me around for
We're all the best at seeing our own flaws, dear
But I just don't see yours
Put my glasses on your face
And take my retina if you think it would help
There is someone I would like you to see
Someone who needs to be free
Standing to the left of my reflection
Standing right next to me
But she's trapped in the mirror
She's trapped in the mirror
She's trapped in the mirror
She's trapped in the mirror
Maybe we're not meant to love ourselves
And that's what you need me around for
We're all the best at seeing our own flaws, dear
But I just don't see yours
I have days when I can't love myself
And that's what I want you around for
And I know that looks aren't everything, dear
But I sure enjoy yours
Chasing right beside you through the field
Reaching out to brush the tall grass
And flowing as the wind strands through your hair
And touching your fingers
There is more inside a lifetime
We all have days when we can't love ourselves
I think I'd be perfect for the job, dear
You've got to believe me
You're beautiful
