Tom Rosenthal - It Won't Be Me lyrics

I was looking in the mirror to a saint or a sinner One of us a runner and one of us a winner Drawing names out the hats, I was this, I was that I was fixed, I was broken, asleep or awoken You get the phone and I'll get the door You hit the road and I'll hit the dance floor You get the train and I'll get the tube You get the wall and I'll break through My mind is made of history One of us is crying but it won't be me