Sometimes it seems I being myself a word turned into somebody else Full of wishes, wants, and desires for a life Of and deceit, and repeat, and rewrite
Not who I was before this me and I changed But I this 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 feel like I'm in a lie
Everyday my world slower And and smaller, and older, and lower Everyday my treat gets closer to Everyday my gets slower And colder and smaller, and older, and
I'm tired of being alone myself I'm tired of being with else Yeah, I'm tired, I'm
None of my favorite thing's 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 that me is the same As the in the glass but I see my eyes change
Friends are as strangers and as friends And I feel like I'm in a why Yeah, my friends are as and strangers as friends And I like I'm lost in a lie
Every night my world 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 sick of alone with myself I'm of being with anyone else Yeah, I'm of being alone with myself I'm sick of being with else Yeah, I'm sick, like I'm tired, like I'm