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Song · Don't Touch the Dial

Mirror on the Wall

“Mirror on the Wall” is track 7 on Rob Matare's Pop album Don't Touch the Dial, released October 6, 2026. Pop for night shifts and first buses home: red swimsuits, fluorescent blue and both of them dancing.

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“Mirror on the Wall” lyrics

Stop being so dramatic
Not my worst cloud
(Not a tragic habit)

I joke while I'm bleeding, call it charm
I leave early — call it harm-prevention art
I overthink good news, underdress for pain
Rehearse phone calls, text instead
I turn sunny mornings into courtroom rain
I have apologised to a revolving door
It didn't accept. We've both moved on
Friends say I'm exhausting. Thank you, probably
My therapist: patient in heroic quantity
I'd like to be easy. Easy feels fake
So I bend now, and don't call it a break
I kept a ledger of my worsts —
New column now: the times I came through
The totals surprised me. Audited twice
The accountant in my chest approved

But I'm done making monsters
Out of every little crack
I can own my shadow
Without it owning me back

Mirror on the wall!
(Too loud)
I'm messy, sure — not my worst cloud
I'm the problem and the cure —
Mirror, we're not enemies anymore

Oh-oh, not anymore
(Anymore)
Oh-oh, open the door
(The door)

Caught my reflection on a Sunday
Started listing all my crimes —
Stopped mid-charge and said: hey. Easy
You survived a hundred times
The mirror's not a courtroom
I'm not the case to lose
I'm the lawyer and the witness
And I'm pleading something new
Exhibit A: still here. Exhibit B: still kind
Exhibit C: the plant I kept alive
The friend I drove to Luton at dawn
The prosecution rests. Permanently

But I'm done making monsters
Out of every little crack
I can own my shadow
Without it owning me back

Mirror on the wall!
(Too loud)
I'm messy, sure — not my worst cloud
I'm the problem and the cure —
Mirror, we're not enemies anymore

Case dismissed
Court adjourned
The mirror bought me flowers. Metaphorically
The bathroom bulb's been changed to warm white
Small mercies. Deliberate ones
I'll answer the door in my dressing gown
Unrehearsed, unafraid, on time

I don't need a perfect face
I don't need a spotless score —
I just need to stay awake
When love knocks on the door
The meanest voice I carry
Was never even mine
So I'm trading in the verdict
For a little bit of kind

Mirror on the wall!
(Too loud)
Sunday's charge sheet reads like a thank-you note
I'm the problem and the cure —
Mirror, we're not enemies anymore

Stop being so dramatic
Mirror, we're not enemies anymore

Stop being so dramatic
(We're not enemies)
Anymore

Lyrics written by Rob Matare. Written by me • made with AI. Artist visuals are digitally created.

More from Don't Touch the Dial

  1. 1Don't Touch the Dial2:38
  2. 2Out by Ten3:31
  3. 3New Passport4:04
  4. 4Four Syllables3:37
  5. 5Red Swimsuit4:16
  6. 6Keys to Mine4:25
  7. 8Barefaced3:20
  8. 9Good Shoes Only2:34
  9. 10Say It with Your Shoulders3:21
  10. 11Squeaky Wheel2:50
  11. 12Pick Your Pleasure3:09
  12. 13Fluorescent Blue2:43
  13. 14Truth Shook First2:33
  14. 15Night Shift Gold3:14
  15. 16Old Shoebox2:52
  16. 17First Number Called2:42
  17. 18I Meant It Then4:02
  18. 19Halfway Home3:22
  19. 20Everybody Disappeared3:32
  20. 21Before You Crossed the Room2:52
  21. 22Standing Ticket4:14
  22. 23Both of Them Dancing3:38
  23. 24First Bus Home4:29

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