doctor, doctor what's this going on in my head?
mistresses and mistresses, i cant keep tabs on them.
broken lines and broken hearts some never meant to mend.
i'll see you through ...

whiskey and honey with some kind of flare might soothe this aching cough.
i wanna walk in and find you there and slowly tell you off.
your verified linens soft to the touch, i don't care to peel them off.
i'll see you through ...

i could've sworn it to be ...
i could've sworn it to be ...
... but our love was all smoke and mirrors.

our love was all smoke and mirrors.

can i up just to say goodbye this last time?
can i get enough just to play my tunes so sweet?
can i get myself over you and through these smoke and mirrors?

i could've sworn it to be ...
i could've sworn it to be ...
i could've sworn it to be ...

but i'm out of line, i'm misaligned, i'm playing in a minor key.
the curtains drawn, you still turn me on, i'm your faithless understudy.
each mistake reverberates and it finds its way to me in its truest form.

i could've sworn it to be you ...
i could've sworn it to be true ...
... but our love was all smoke and mirrors.

our love was all smoke and mirrors. smoke and mirrors.

doctor, doctor what's this going on in my head?

brandon agnew copyright 2007.