Matthew Good:House of Smoke and Mirrors

There's the house
There's the doorway
Been locked out
The lights are out anyway
And loosely reconditioned
To be just so refined
A last grasp at the life worth living
In these standard shoes and what's left of my lines

You can see right through me
You can see right through me
You can see right through me
Yeah, yeah

Hey, I've been thinking
Why don't we get out of here tonight?
Get in the car and just start driving
Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke
Right?

I've fallen asleep again
And when I wake up, you won't be here
Don't you think I don't know I've
Don't you think I don't know I've
I've been asleep for years?

See right through me
You can see right through me
You can see right through me