Sometimes it seems I stopped myself Without a word turned somebody else Full of wishes, wants, and desires for a life Of and deceit, and repeat, and rewrite
Not sure who I was before this me and I But I know me now is not really the same
are as strangers and strangers as friends And I feel I'm wired in a why Yeah, my friends are as strangers and as friends And I like I'm lost in a lie
Everyday my gets slower And and smaller, and older, and lower Everyday my treat closer to trick Everyday my world slower And colder and smaller, and older, and
I'm tired of being alone with I'm tired of being anyone else Yeah, I'm tired, I'm
None of my thing's quite right To the mirror man at me In the spite of another false start, dirty worn out and Up and down to the ground, disavowed, so
All made up in the belief that me is the As the eyes in the glass but I see my eyes
Friends are as strangers and strangers as And I like I'm wired in a why Yeah, my are as strangers and strangers as friends And I like I'm lost in a lie
Every night my world quicker And and shorter, and tighter, and slicker Every night my gets closer to dare Yeah, every night my world gets And and shorter, and tighter, and slicker
I'm sick of being with myself I'm sick of with anyone else Yeah, I'm of being alone with myself I'm sick of being with anyone Yeah, I'm sick, like I'm tired, like I'm