In the morning when you threw up water
And your skin turns a pale pale yellow
Well everyday 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
Well you'd swear it's not 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
You used to be
You used to be
You used to be