Waiting Room

In a waiting room
There are so many things that I don´t need
When I am there

Mosquitos
It was written on the box
that I found lying against my doors

I see
Our reflection in a mirror
As we slowly pass

I think to myself
I don´t wanna be
like these two

Then realize
It was mirror, mirror, nothing but a mirror
So that were we

And I don´t wanna be...