In the morning
When you throw up water
And your skin turns a pale pale yellow
Well everyday you lose more color
Do you think that someone paints your mirror?Do you think that someone paints your mirror?
And you think that things sound different
At the time when you speak
There are visions much clearer
Than these blurs that you seeAnd like Neely O'Hara you swallow your sleep
And you wake up in the morning to find you are not
You are not, you are not who you used to beYou don't recognize behavior
Or the spelling of your name
And the shape that is in the mirror
Well you'd swear it is not the sameAnd like Neely O'Hara you swallow your sleep
And you really can't remember
But you know you are not think you are not
No you are not who you used to be
You used to be
You used to be
You used to be