Mr. Mirror — A Tour of His Best Selves

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
At the altar in St. Mary's on June 17th, 2023,
he felt the tie knot slip a millimeter.
Left Emily with the officiant, the guests murmuring,
slipped into the men's room off the vestibule.
The full-length mirror by the sinks,
chrome frame from Restoration Hardware,
caught his jawline, the part in his hair.
Adjusted the boutonniere, a white rose from Teleflora,
whispered to his reflection, "Perfect."

[Chorus]
Mr. Mirror, touring his best selves,
in every glimmer, every screen.
Pride is a man who needed a witness,
even at his own wedding scene.

[Verse 2]
Tuesday morning at Blue Bottle on Lafayette,
ordered the flat white in a ceramic mug, no lid.
Set it on the wooden table, scarred from years of use,
pulled out his iPhone 14 Pro, midnight black.
First angle: overhead, steam curling like a signature.
Second: side view, foam heart intact.
Third: close-up on the saucer, his reflection in the spoon.
Posted to Instagram at 8:42 AM,
caption: "Morning ritual. #Aesthetic."

[Bridge]
He collects these versions, catalogs the gleam,
forgets the hands that pour, the vows that wait.
A witness to himself, the only audience that matters.

[Chorus]
Mr. Mirror, touring his best selves,
in every glimmer, every screen.
Pride is a man who needed a witness,
even when the coffee cools unseen.

[Verse 3]
Back at the reception, Emily's veil askew,
he straightened his cufflinks, gold from Tiffany's.
Danced the first dance to "At Last" by Etta James,
but caught his shadow on the ballroom wall,
smiled at it more than her.
Later, in the hotel suite at The Plaza,
photographed the champagne flute from three sides,
before the toast.

[Outro]
Mr. Mirror, forever checking,
the man who leaves to see himself.