I guess I’m talking to myself
Your eyes on the mirror
I guess you’re somewhere else.
You say you know me well.
But you don’t know to think
with out somebody’s help.
And I’ve been fucking round town,
with the window’s down,
just to feel the wind move through the air.
And you’ve been moving your mouth,
Just to hear the sound,
It doesn’t matter if nobody’s there.
Well don’t you ever wonder?
Can’t you feel it falling down from time to time?
Don’t you ever want more?
Don’t you ever feel alone inside your mind?
Cause I do.
I guess I should’ve moved on,
I float around like a ghost in this house,
but I’m too tired to haunt.
And you couldn’t care, never feel me there.
And I’ve been making things worse,
just to feel the hurt,
because it’s better than not feeling at all.
And you’ve been slurring your words,
wearing shorter skirts,
because you love it when the boys look.
You kiss that cigarette the way you used to kiss my neck.
I am smoke in your hair, the purpose in pretense.
Wash me all away, and spill out your reasons.
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