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