In the middle of a scene
I forget exactly where I'm going
It's a fiction I believe
Walking backwards I got so far I'm gone
When I'm tall enough to speak
Can I peel off the smile I'm wearing?
Am I dead am I alive?
I can't decide
Ever since we really lost ourselves
In a painted face, in a white eggshell
Ever since we really lost ourselves
In a super 8 made for someone else
Had enough, you're not the same
Had enough, you're not the same
Had enough but I'd like to stay
Oh a name you just respond to
Oh a boy to put your arm through
Oh the neighbors just adore you
Oh a boy to put your arm through
Oh a name you just respond to
Ever since we really lost ourselves
In a painted face, in a white eggshell
Ever since we really lost ourselves
In a super 8 made for someone else
