(Verse 1) The morning light is rather intrusive, don't you think? And the instant coffee tastes of regret—yours, strictly not mine. I tighten my tie with the precision of a diamond cutter, While you stumble through excuses I never actually solicited. I am the first edition leather-bound volume you used to level a table, A symphony performed for an audience that prefers the sound of traffic. (Verse 2) You say you "need space"—oh, how dreadfully provincial! As if the heavens could hold someone of my magnitude and still have room for you. I glide down the pavement with the grace of a martyred king, While your eyes beg for a crumb of hesitation. But my dear, my darling... hesitation was buried at teatime. (Chorus) Oh, dazzling glamorous reflection! Choosing to rise early, despite the heavy slumber, To gaze into the glass and see exactly what you’ve lost! I am the hoard the map failed to describe, And you are merely the pirate who forgot how to read. (Bridge) And if one day loneliness knocks with velvet gloves, Do remember: I was the sun, and you... well, you forgot your parasol. There is no tragedy in being loved by me; The tragedy lies in your inability to withstand the glare. What a waste of precious oxygen it would be to weep for one who hasn't mastered Latin. (Chorus) Oh, dazzling glamorous reflection! Choosing to rise early, despite the heavy slumber, To gaze into the glass and see exactly what you’ve lost! I am the hoard the map failed to describe, And you are merely the pirate who forgot how to read. (Final Verse) I shall retreat to a crumbling cinema for a black-and-white matinee, Where the heroes possess my jawline and the villains possess your emotional myopia. Farewell, you common little thing. The world continues to spin, I suppose, but it does so with significantly less panache without me by your side.
