Reflecting Pool by Bob Mould

I stumble through this godforsaken
Uncertain of the path i'm taking
But along the way, i make a smile
I hope where i end up might be worthwhile

Holding in the breath of anger
Inside this old refrigerator
Those days are gone, there's more ahead
So concentrate on what's in store instead

A memory, a dream, or another crazy scheme
Then i find out what i want is something inbetween
Waking and repeating my routines
Walking circles, talk in circles to me

Words that tumble effortlessly from the lips of fools
Only cloud up what i see in my reflecting pool
Jumping headfirst into symmetry
I am splitting at the seams, hold me

In my reflecting pool / i look in my reflecting pool
This sole reflection is my own / the pool is still until the pebble's thrown