Pretty little porcelain sink
Let me sink into your storm drain
Poor little porcelain sink
Stained with resignation
And a bloodstream full of tightly-packaged pain
I found myself in my childhood bedroom
With a girl I barely knew from out of town
She said her name’s Dolores, and she told me she spoke Spanish
Girls like her will always stick around
I find myself in a cordovan color bathroom
Dolores on my mind and in my arms
Woven through the carpet, her murmurs echo through the darkness
One place left to go; oh, no no no
Pretty little razor blades
The Big Shave will all be over before long
Poor little razor blades
Now I’m bleeding out
All over the floor tom; pouring down
I’ve always fantasized about Luke Wilson’s haircut
Wristbands—scratch that—headbands; now the writing’s on the wall
The morning radio fades out faintly from my bedstand
God, this song has always made me feel so f#cking small
I peer into the bathroom mirror, reflect on my reflection
My eyes look different now — I guess I should’ve known
I see myself in everybody’s little missed connections
My sister always cries when she’s alone
There’s something rhythmic bout the bleeding out
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The Brand New Shoes Lyrics – With Bathroom Mirror