Hangs over my head like
Pistol loaded and hungry
Falling asleep
In front of the television
This is me
Falling apart
In an empty chair
This is not me
Not me again
Got my heart
From a vending machine
That looks like me
Putting on a show
Of affection that's
Not for me
Trying to make a point
Of view
That's not me
Not me at all
Bury me with the other
Bodies the same size
I'm dreaming of the
Children smile and fade away
House unlocked with no way in
Feeling warm on the inside
Feeling fine until
I call my bluff
In my sleep
Feeling the rain tap on the outside
Feeling the rain tap
On me
Reading letters old and kind
With my name on the front
But not to me
They're not to me at all
Feel the cold cross
Of the night
In me
Folding up
On the inside
Of me
How naked
Can this feeling
Make me
Make me feel
