Writing about writing is the worst way to start
No one gives a shit about self-referential art
I'd like to think I could craft a song that comes straight from the heart
But that's a daunting task with a heart that's torn apart

I wonder who's to blame for this sad state of affairs
Who brought me to this place of broken dreams and silent tears
I'd scream but who would listen to my deepest, darkest fears
And anyway I doubt that there's a soul who even cares

When I look in the mirror every morning
I wonder why that other guy is there
He says, "You know, I used to know you better"
And always I reply with just a nod and empty stare

When I look back at things I wrote ten years ago today
They read as if I'd written them only yesterday
I can't say that I've ever had much else I need to say
It's possible I'll never change and have always been this way

When I look in the mirror every morning
I see a man who's always half asleep
He says, "You know, I used to know you better"
I say, "The man you used know is a better man than me"

Can we change? Can a person ever change?
It's so strange that I age but don't mature
I filled my brain with lots of books about compassion
And yet I curse myself for feeling insecure

When I look in the mirror every morning
That other guy is staring back at me
I say, "I swear I used to know you better"
He says, "The guy you used to know is who you want to be.
And the better that you know him, the sooner you'll be free."