The feeling of falling
Is still so familiar
The pain in my stomach
Is better, but baby
Bright colors have faded
Too early this year
And strangers look stranger 'round here

The flowers you've left here
Have died in the heat
I see parts of your face now
And girls in the street
I hope you like your new neighbors
Don't sleep with every new stranger
It's lonely, but only at night

And most of the time I'm breathing fine
Most of the time I'm breathing fine
I stay at familiar places
I talk to myself in empty spaces
But breathing is fine
Most of the time

It's half of me, baby
That still is infected
No water has cleansed it
No sleep has erased it
Towards and aways from
This room is a cage
And things I'm trying to write you
They die on the page