Holding My Face

"Where am I going? Backwards to nowhere
In another man's shoes instead of my own pair
I promised discretion and to be at her beck and call
I look like a dandelion and feel like a wreckin' ball
I ran out of wishes and then she came to offer hers
Lookin' at myself in the mirror,
I'm at a loss for words
I'm good at my job, goin' out of my mind kinda
Holding my face in my hands like fine china..."