You seem to think it all just bounces off
Your faded-plaid-flannel armor
Like the smoke from the fresh-rolled joint between your fingers bounces of the mirror
-you know, the one that told you just this morning not to eat today-
But that smoke stains the glass as it floats in double vision back to hit you again,
And again,
And again.

And that mirror doesn't seem to see you through my eyes
-or anyone else's for that matter-
You are somebody
You are strong
And there is more light in your life than just the embers fluttering down into your lap
But you just don't see it, do you?
Your eyes, two pills, staring at the world through the bottom of a glass,
Washing them down with alcohol so that you can't see the world anymore
But thats not the life you want,
Is it?

So the world stops like raindrops on a wind shield,
Trickles down into restless dreams flung away into the street,
All so you can see a rainbow that you don't think will ever come for real
-everything's rainbow in your head-
Because that mirror lied to you
And those pills will only **** you
And you rolled your whole world up and smoked it
In a fit of  pain, you disregard tomorrow,
Too tangled up in your fantasies because

Puff the magic dragon lost control and set your world on fire
Hona-lee up in flames, but you're safe-
Your feet don't ever touch the ground
Your paint is wasted on your canvass mirror,
Creating what you think you are:
Your eyes, two pills, staring at the world through the bottom of a glass
Washing them down with alcohol so that you can't see the world anymore

But are you alive?