Parlour
Have you been here before
Is there someone else you're trying to meet here
Am I standing in
As a stunt-double to look thru toward your ceiling
Whose eyes are you seeing
Whose figure are you fleeing
Only hug me when you're leaving
Can't feel what I'm feeling
Sat down in a parlour
A wall, not a mirror
A wall, not a mirror
Writer/s: Mesita
