I can still hear myself
Being carried away by an ambulance
I can still hear you say to me
That you don't love me anymore
Oh, I can still taste the black
It coats my throat, soaks my tears
Pray now, pray now
The man next door is screaming
'Cause he don't know his brain no more

I can still feel the war
That is brewing around the dinner meal
All my friends, they're infused
With an ego as big as an artist deal
Oh, I could get all wrapped up and point my fingers
Point them, point them
To everyone who'd ever know
But they will never know
That I feel like I'm lost forevermore