In the morning when you throw up water
And your skin, it turns a pale, pale yellow
Well, every day you lose more color
Do you think that someone paints your mirror?
Do you think that someone paints your mirror?
And you think that things sound different
At the time when you speak
There are visions much clearer
Than these blurs that you see
And like Neely O’Hara
You swallow your sleep
And you wake up in the morning to find out
You are not, you are not who, you are not who
You used to be
You don’t recognize behavior
Or the spelling of your name
And the shape that’s in the mirror
You swear it’s not (you swear its not the same) the same
And like Neely O’Hara
You swallow your sleep
And you really can’t remember
But you know you are not
Think you are not
No, you are not who you used to be
Who you used to be, who you used to be
Did you used to be, did you used to be
(No you are not, no you are not)
Who you used to be, who you used to be