Strange Objects in the Mirror

[Strange]

[Verse 1]
I lay in
In the Days Inn
Superior side
Feeling... strange
Feeling preemptive déjà vu

[Verse 2]
That indescribable sinking feeling
That I struggle to verbalize
That doesn't feel bad
But doesn't instill much hope either
That sorta worrisome feeling
That doesn't feel panicked
But doesn't feel calm
And when you peel back the layers
It might be nothing at all

[Verse 3]
But I feel a bit stranger
As I twiddle my thumbs
I feel even stranger
As I drive past the shores of Superior
It's a lot stranger

[Objects]

[Refrain]
Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear