To admire myself (v.1)

Bending over to admire myself
This shy space of hell waiting there for me
Hoping I can see
Wishing you well
Something you would've made of fun but your not here
It's to dark to see even when I know it's just me

Lighted face and some idle phrase
Spinning me around to a immature tune
Hoping it gets me there

Bending over to invite the night to move in with me for the love and constancy

I know your of great skill and fame
I want to take you back there
So nothing could happen to you

Even if I could take it off
This shy place of hell has a couple seats
Waiting there for you and me