Into her reflection
And blushes
As she draws lipstick smears on the wall
Turning the last lamp light down
Could that be someone who's weeping?
She stifles a yawn
Her lover undresses
She darkens her lash
Or maybe there's nothing to see
She tosses her tresses
The glass pressed tight to the wall
The girl in the other room
We should be sleeping
And stares hard
She powders her face
Maybe she's there
Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling
It's just a trace of what used to be
Maybe they're there
She hears murmurs low
The girl in the other room
She sits on the floor
The paper is peeling
What's that voice we're hearing?
Or maybe it's nothing at all
There's something in all of her fears
Adjusting the strap of her gown
Now she wears it threadbare
The girl in the other room
