Detective Daughter

Detective Daughter - Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton

She was calling around to find half an hour

She walked right into my mirror

Says she's here to waste time I said that's fine

Listen to thyself be true to thyself be true

Every thread every hair re-arranged to resemble

You could have her detective daughter copy

Please don't be me

There are so many skirts under the table

None of these long legs are mine

She calls around finds me crying

Wish I were capable of lying sometimes

Love is hell hell is love

Hell is asking to be loved

Hide out and then run when no one's looking

She's still calling around to find half an hour

She'll always have a place in my mirror

But she's got no more time now she wants mine

But I'm all out too

To thyself be true

To thyself be true

To thyself be true

To thyself be true