I look into my rear view mirror
Everything seems nice and clear...

So insecure
I'm trying to find a cure...

Hear the process moving
Round in circles again...

We burnt together
But now I'm leaving...

My head was spinning
Split open, ripe and ready...

Maybe it's me, maybe it's you
Maybe it's the secret crowds of two...

Cutting me, cutting me to pieces
Cutting you, with paper and with secrets...

Having a good time tonight
Having a great time, the best time...

It's been a tough night lying in bed
With thoughts of you running through my head...

You came to show me
The same personality...

Breaking down from time to time
Like a schizophrenic...

From the moment
That the lights went down...