Mirror

[Verse 1]
Well, you were the aftermath
Of every judgment
So cold by the sweat that
You’ll waste away
And you carry your enemies
But they’re so familiar
I’m sick of the company
So I cull the shame

[Chorus: Porter Robinson, Narrator]
And I know you’ll say how I’m a burden
Yeah, do your worst all at once
I know what you want from me, from me
I know what you’re thinking (Thinking)
And it’s not the voice of all the others
You’ve only said it to yourself
I know what you want from me, from me
I know what you’re thinking
They come to feel like things we’re saying to ourselves

[Verse 2]
An inch from my ears again:
“You should be sorry,”
A solemn man:
“A better song to fix my problems”
I’m tired of your questioning
You’re cut down too easily
And I don’t know what’s good for me
I can’t decide

[Chorus: Porter Robinson, Narrator]
And I know you’ll say how I’m a burden
Yeah, do your worst all at once
I know what you want from me, from me
I know what you’re thinking (Thinking)
And though they sound like one another
You’ve only said it to yourself
I know what you want from me, from me
I know what you’re thinking
“Now these voices have become our own.”

[Bridge]
An inch from my ears again:
“You should be sorry,”
A solemn man:
“A better song to fix my problems”
I’m tired of your questioning
You’re cut down too easily
And I don’t know what’s good for me
I can’t decide

[Chorus]
And I know you’ll say how I’m a burden
Yeah, do your worst all at once
I know what you want from me, from me
I know what you’re thinking
And it’s not the voice of all the others
You’ve only said it to yourself
I know what you want from me, from me
I know what you’re thinking (Thinking, thinking, thinking)
And I know you’ll say how I’m a burden
Yeah, do your worst all at once
I know what you want from me, from me
I know what you’re thinking (Thinking, thinking, thinking)
And though they sound like one another
You’ve only said it to yourself
I know what you want from me, from me
I know what you’re thinking
(Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, think-)

[Outro: Narrator]
Sometimes, the inner voice is encouraging; calling for you to run those final few yards
You’re nearly there, keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going
It will all be okay in the end