I woke up today, went to the mirror and couldn't find my face
I see a nose and eyes and teeth
It isn't me, it isn't me
There must be something off inside my brain
A switch, a light, a cloud waiting to rain
Maybe I should take a walk
But I'm afraid to leave the house
Thinking if I dare go out
I could disappear completely, so discreetly
Leaving nothing but a bed made up so neatly
And the roaches taking over it all
Can't call my mother, can't think of anyone I wanna bother
Can't call my friends, oh what are those
But I need help, I think I'm just a body wearing clothes
Oh no
I did consider smashing the glass
To make the features sum to one
But I just slunk back to my room
And said aloud this isn't fun! this isn't fun
To absolutely no one
You've got to wait it out
Little Miss Disassociation
You've got to be patient
There are things much worse than
Becoming the air inside the room you're standing in
But then again
There are things much worse than
Losing track of your own face
Like Kierkegaard said, that dizziness of freedom is a choice
So maybe I can choose to ignore this too
To be a girl inside a room who doesn't show up in the mirror
Oh dear
You've got to wait it out, Little Miss Disassociation
You've got to be patient