Baby thinks he looks just like the face he makes in mirrors   Only once or twice a month   Does the mirror do him justice   Every other time he looks a mess   He expects a lot from it   But then barely notices      Baby knows we all create the world from in our skulls   Everything you think of is just as real as you make it   Now he only focuses on dreams    Can you make a thing exist just by focusing on it?   Yeah?      I been around a mirror enough to know it's hard to change   We're like magicians when we dream   But we wake up and nothing's different   Cover up with jewelry or pierce all the parts you've got   If the packaging design can fix the contents      I might distort myself a bit   I doubt that I'm the only one   To hope their features smear   Warp the face that's stuck to my skull   It's just a mask   Peel the skin away and we'll trade   I'm not so attached to this face