Sometimes it seems I being myself Without a word turned into else of wishes, wants, dreams and desires for a life Of and deceit, and repeat, and rewrite
Not sure who I was before me and I changed But I know this me now is not really the
Friends are as strangers and strangers as And I feel I'm wired in a why Yeah, my friends are as strangers and strangers as And I feel like I'm in a lie
my world gets slower And colder and smaller, and older, and Everyday my gets closer to trick Everyday my world gets And and smaller, and older, and lower
I'm tired of being with myself I'm tired of being with else Yeah, I'm tired, I'm
of my favorite thing's quite right To the mirror man at me In the spite of another false start, dirty out and used Up and to the ground, disavowed, so confused
All made up in the belief that me is the As the eyes in the glass but I see my change
Friends are as strangers and strangers as And I feel I'm wired in a why Yeah, my friends are as strangers and strangers as And I feel I'm lost in a lie
Every night my world gets And lighter and shorter, and tighter, and Every night my truth gets to dare Yeah, every my world gets quicker And and shorter, and tighter, and slicker
I'm of being alone with myself I'm sick of being with else Yeah, I'm sick of being alone myself I'm sick of being anyone else Yeah, I'm sick, like I'm tired, like I'm