he’s as thin as oxygen, floating in my head again
I wish that I could breathe him in like smoke
Falling off the tracks again, crawling up my back, before I know it
he’s beneath my skin like dope

he said "You don’t know how I feel, you don’t know what is real"
I lost myself to find him there
But he wasn’t there at all

Got a heart like glass but he don’t care
Alone in his electric chair burning up the atmosphere again
he’s loaded up on plastic dreams, coming undone at the seams
Wrap those wings around me ’till I don’t see straight
I don’t see straight

I lost myself, myself