Sometimes it seems I stopped myself a word turned into somebody else Full of wishes, wants, dreams and for a life Of and deceit, and repeat, and rewrite
Not sure who I was 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 gets And and smaller, and older, and lower Everyday my gets closer to trick Everyday my gets slower 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 thing's right To the man screaming 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 in the glass but I see my eyes change
Friends are as strangers and strangers as And I like I'm wired 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 and shorter, and tighter, and slicker Every night my truth closer to dare Yeah, every night my gets quicker And lighter and shorter, and tighter, and
I'm sick of being alone myself I'm sick of being anyone else Yeah, I'm sick of being with myself I'm sick of with anyone else Yeah, I'm sick, like I'm tired, I'm scared