neighborhood of sirens - swearing at motorists lyrics

when i look in the mirror, i am not alone
the smell of pomade recalls talks of girls
and how their clothes fit better and some discomfort is good
and i*don’t*know*if*i*cans and do*you*think*you*woulds

and the clock on the mantel only reads once upon a time
a h*ll of a story once yours to tell, now i guess it’s mine
and sleep tight tonight your airforce is awake
in this neighborhood of sirens, just a matter of time
’til i break down and cry