Me and I, Hand In Hand

Picture me in heavy chains I got what it takes to be The prisoner himself Picture me in black and white short Chanel What do you mean when you say Your existence has very little meaning today What do you mean when you say I insist that you get well with the fact That nothing ever feels the same I got a picture of me and I hand in hand Nothing ever feels real We're supposed to be the really, really, really big deal Nothing ever feels right I cannot live without cigarettes and wine Nothing ever feels wrong I think that this is not the time to seem strong So move on, move on I know it's really hard for you Little birds are usually cute You are probably too Yeah, I'm insecure too He has problems too But no, we are not cute And you curse in the night Cry your pillow while you hope you might die No, don't hate the game I insist that you get well with the fact That nothing ever feels the same I got a picture of me and I hand in hand Nothing ever feels real We're supposed to be the really, really, really big deal Nothing ever feels right I cannot live without cigarettes and wine Nothing ever feels wrong I think that this is not the time to seem strong So move on, move on I tend to mess up everything I try (and) I tend to mess up every fucking time (I know) I tend to mess up everything I try It seems I fuck up every fucking time I tend to mess up everything I try (oh) I tend to mess up every fucking time (no) I tend to mess up everything I try I think I just have to get along with the fact That nothing ever feels the same I got a picture of me and I hand in hand Nothing ever feels real We're supposed to be the really, really, really big deal Nothing ever feels right I cannot live without cigarettes and wine Nothing ever feels wrong I think that this is not the time to seem strong So move on, move on So move on, move on So move on, move on Nothing ever feels the same I got a picture of me and I, hand in hand It's only me and I, hand in hand