In the morning when you throw up water
And your skin it turns a pale, pale yellow
Well, every day you lose more colour
Do you think that someone paints your mirror?
So you think that things sound different
At the time when you speak
Well, there are visions much clearer
Than these blurs that you see
And like Neely O' Hara you swallow your sleep
And wake up in the morning to find out
You are not who you used to be
You don't recognise the behaviour
Or the spelling of your name
And the shape that is in the mirror
Well, you'd swear it is not the same
And 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 used to be
(Who did you used to be?)
