Sometimes it seems I being myself Without a word into somebody else Full of wishes, wants, and desires for a life Of conceit and deceit, and repeat, and
Not sure who I was this me and I changed But I know this me now is not really the
are as strangers and strangers as friends And I feel I'm wired in a why Yeah, my are as strangers and strangers as friends And I feel like I'm in a lie
Everyday my gets slower And and smaller, and older, and lower Everyday my treat gets closer to Everyday my world slower And and smaller, and older, and lower
I'm tired of being alone myself I'm tired of being with else Yeah, I'm tired, I'm
None of my favorite quite right To the man screaming 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 that me is the same As the in the glass but I see my eyes change
are as strangers and strangers as friends And I feel like I'm in a why Yeah, my are as strangers and strangers as friends And I feel like I'm in a lie
Every night my gets quicker And and shorter, and tighter, and slicker Every night my truth gets to dare Yeah, every night my gets quicker And and shorter, and tighter, and slicker
I'm sick of being alone with I'm sick of being with else Yeah, I'm sick of being alone with I'm sick of being with else Yeah, I'm sick, I'm tired, like I'm scared