Twisting the lens but I been losing focus Reflecting a stranger in my skin Lately I'm haunted by delusions that I've memorized Paper heart is in the wind Hourglass is running lower Drowning in myself again Terrified of getting older A paradigm that never ends I'm a tender little scumbag Contradiction in the flesh Got a bone to pick with fairytales On the TV screens oh I I'm a perfect little mess Hourglass is running lower Drowning in myself again Terrified of growing older A paradigm that never ends Swear the clocks are getting faster Ticking louder in my head, pulsing with every regret And the future holds the power But my feet are caving in Is it running Running Running out