I took little Italy out the bottle
Put her where she cannot bother me
Underneath my bathroom sink
And as for her photo that I never got framed
I put it up in my bedside table
Underneath the shipping labels
When I brush my teeth, I can't stand the look of me
Looking at myself, like I′m a fantasy
Or sometimes there's three of me
So I look to the future where they tell me
There is someone to be loved
More than my reflection, the apparition
Of a woman I almost called
But I'm sinking in the traffic
Judging me for being all by myself