From The Vault: With Apologies To Cameron Crowe (2014) from Dark Enlightenment's blog

<There was a segue here with a reference to all of 'this' being equal to jerking off in the bathroom to Phoebe Cates. That was pretty much it. >

She shadows me in the mirror
She never leaves on the light
And some things that I say to her
They just don't seem to bite
It's all mixed up (x3)

She tricks me into thinkin'
I can't believe my eyes
I wait for her forever
But she never does arrive
It's all mixed up

And never did arrive... or the one I was expecting anyway.  

So much omniscience.