How close do you think you are to losing your self?
Would you like a seat in the front row
Be in the know
Watch me fall apart slowly
Grab a souvenir
An ankle, an ear, a fuzzy ball
Put it in a crystal case
Keep the kids away if you are that type
Gripe at the sound quality, the curtains
You could take heart in tearing mine apart.
I am still standing up on the dias
Roll yours; you may never know what’ll happen
I am waiting on you.
I am trying to find you.
(I am trying to find me.)