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