Just After Dusk

I could use a shower
Just after dusk
You can bring your notebook in
Jot down my imperfections

Be still, my peach faced bird
The mirror won't be fed
It is hard to spread your wings
In the cages of a friend

We will always have the mystery
The mystery?
The mystery?
We will always have the mystery
The mystery?
Of what could have been!
The mystery!
The mystery!
Of what could have been!