Hoffa, Hoffa, Where Are You Now?

In the mirror, in the mirror, nothing is different, everything is exaggerated, nothing is the same, everything is different, you look different, you are different, your tattoos make you different, your makeup makes you different, your shoes make you different, your shoes make you different, your shirts are unlike anyone Else's, your shirts are so unique, you bought your shirts from a vintage clothing shop for thirty dollars, the shop bought it for twenty from a different vintage shop, that shop bought it for 88 cents from the army, from the army, this is your salvation, it's here in your different clothes and your different tattoos, this is salvation, here in your ironic jean jacket, salvation, salvation, where are you now?

Surrounded by mothballs, your threads are all gone, now you're just a shell of somebody Else's identity, somebody Else's ironic t shirt, somebody Else's piercing....all of these things are just like the others, all of these things are all the same. Everything just like everything else unlike everything else that's just like anything else but unlike them because we are different from them, we are not the same