Detective Daughter

She was calling around to find half an hour.
She walked right into my mirror.
Said she’s here to waste time,
I said, «That's fine.»
listen:
to thy self be true
to thy self be true
to thy self be true
Every thread, every hair rearranged to resemble you.
You could help her!
Detective daughter copy — please don’t be me.
There are so many skirts under the table.
None of these long legs are mine.
She calls around, finds me crying.
Wish I were capable of lying sometimes.
Hide out.
Love is hell, hell is love.
Hell is asking to be loved.
Hide out and run when no one’s looking.
She’s still calling around to find half an hour.
She’ll always have a place in my mirror.
She’s got no more time now she wants mine but I’m all out too,
to thy self be true to thy self be true to thy self be true