I Mistake Myself

I mistake myself

For the silhouette

I used to know

Cold on the stairs

Written and locked in the bottom drawer

Moping in denial

I mistake myself

As you walk in my room

And I write my mind

On the back of my hand

Sitting alone in the dining room

Moping in denial

I mistake myself

For pieces of paper

In various editions

I guess I'm quite complete

Must I hold my breath and turn blue

Moping in denial

Take a look over your shoulder

My face on the wall

Is staring in your window

Be quiet I'm talking

I can't hear what I'm saying

The shape I made

Is the hand that bites me

I mistake myself

I mistake myself

I mistake myself

I mistake myself

Ha ha ha ha

We all fall down