I woke awake, I must have made a mistake Now I'm dying to make it again For the next thirty years or at least until I can stop screaming I'm here because I ought to be, not because I want to be Not that there's any place else I can go without running the risk of making a fool of myself There are lights overhead, there are kites in my bed There are lines in my head that go straight to you You gave me medicine, it didn't help me none I feel the same as I used to Ears ringing, eyes stinging, you bringing me back to life But I've found no reason for me not to breathe in This terrible translucent air Because I've been dying for hours, but I've been living for years so who cares
There are pictures of me in the halls in my dreams There are pictures of me everywhere But I used to be lighter and quicker on my feet I used to dance like a fighter So now I mix my memories with a rusty old spoon And I taste them when I am all done For the grease stains and back pains and card games and migraines And my fame just melting in the sun But if there's anybody here who remembers me And if there's anybody here who remembers me Then tell me right now I'm just searching for a taste that's as bitter as my own And I don't know when I'm gonna find it