I mistake myself
For the sillhouette
I used to know
Cold on the stairs
Written and locked
In the bottom drawer
No pain in denial?
I mistake myself
As you walk in my room
And I write my name
On the back of my hand
Sitting alone in the dining room
No pain in denial?
I mistake myself
For pieces of paper
In various editions
I guess I'm quite complete
Must I hold my breath
And turn blue
No pain in denial?
Take a look
Over your shoulder
My face and the world
Staring in your window
Quiet. I'm talking
I can't hear what I'm saying
The shape I've made
Is the hand that bites me
I mistake myself
I mistake myself...
