IMPRESSION OF YOU
(Simpson)

I thought of what I should've said
When the cord was finally severed
You fell into the canyon 
But you never found the river

You're aging your reflection
You're not some precious ingenue

CHORUS:
Dreams are spoiled by coming true
I was just doing my best impression of you
What else could I do
I never got the best impression of you
Nothing you said was true
Nothing you say resembles a thing you do
Watching you come unglued
Sitting here doing my best impression of you

You moved to California
And you took a break from lying
You never crushed one spirit
But not for lack of trying

Maybe I'm just jealous
Of how the mirror looks to you

CHORUS

The cold crept in like cancer
As I kept a lookout for you
You signaled the invasion
Of the armies who adore you

You stilled the voice inside me
And for that there's no forgiving you

CHORUS

I'll die when they come true...