Something isn't right
I get the feeling I'm not driving
Something hasn't quite
Taken over but it's trying
Check it, check it
The question now is time
The hours pass so slowly
I know we're moving out of line
But that's the risk you're taking with me
I flicker like an old film Black white
I'm losing track of what's real I know
My sense of timing's not quite OK
Maybe I'll stay tonight So so
Fadeout, as in lose
My character is shrapnel
Broken by the views
Of men who claim to know all
There is to know
Something isn't right
I get the feeling I am no one
Something hasn't quite
Stopped me from being someone
Nothing in the mirror Check it
No photo by my bedside Check it
My self control is missing Check it
I'll leave with your permission Check it