It's going to be weird...
Give me back my smoking arm, I'm taking back my breathing gone
Cops aren't the nicest thing, robbers ain't the movie screen
I found a cigarette in my spleen, found the tape next to the machine
This summer thing is fleeting, haven't been there for years
'Cause I can feel it too, not here, not like you
Can't can't feel it there (too), everything there for years
Oh, I can't feel it, I can't feel it too for you, for you
I can't feel it, I can't feel it too for you, for you
Can't feel it all but I can't feel it too for you, for you
I can't feel it all and I can't feel it too for you, for you
I can't feel it, I can't feel it too for you, for you
I can't feel it, I can't feel it too for you, for you