The Missionary Position - Consequences (2012)

The Objects in the Mirror

My car’s a trash can

My mouths an ashtray

My stomach’s a graveyard

My pockets are empty

My hairs in a rat’s nest

My lungs are turning black

My knuckles get even

My knife’s in your back

My fingers are sticky

My conscience is clear

My diploma is worthless

My mother’s in tears

My vision is double

My father’s disgusted

My ego’s inflated

My tongue can’t be trusted

The objects in the mirror are closer than they appear

My hands are on the wheel but I forgot how to steer

The world has gone to shit ‘cause we don’t know when to quit

You might drink to remember baby I drink to forget

My hands are idle

My eyes are exes

My neck is made of rubber

My heart’s the size of Texas

My mind’s in the gutter

My hearing’s selective

My wallet’s a black hole

My habit’s expensive

The objects in the mirror are closer than they appear

My hands are on the wheel but I forgot how to steer

The world has gone to shit ‘cause we don’t know when to quit

You might drink to remember baby I drink to forget

My face is a road map

My teeth are a train wreck

My lips are liars

My ass is a bounced check

My eyes often wander

My smile is inviting

My evenings are wasted

Drinking fucking and fighting

The objects in the mirror are closer than they appear

My hands are on the wheel but I forgot how to steer

The world has gone to shit ‘cause we don’t know when to quit

You might drink to remember baby I drink to forget