you see, there is this girl, you see
she isn't like a girl in a painting of new york city
where her face is blurred in because
the painter didn't know who she really was
and her hands aren't shaking every time
she puts metal up to her lips
out of fear of rejection
you see this girl
with so much passion and lust
but never love
and you wonder where you have seen her before
because you just know that you have
she is just too familiar to you

and you just have to wonder
why exactly
her green eyes show you
this other girl who you know you've
seen somewhere before
and she just happens to be you
and all you are seeing in this
girl is you and
all you are seeing in this moment
is you and
all you are ever seeing is
you and
all you'll ever know is you
and
you are the reason her eyes
only show reflections.