In the morning when you throw up water

And your skin, it turns a pale, pale yellow

Well, every day you lose more color

Do you think that someone paints your mirror?

Do you think that someone paints your mirror?

And you think that things sound different

At the time when you speak

There are visions much clearer

Than these blurs that you see

And like Neely O'Hara

You swallow your sleep

And you wake up in the morning to find out

You are not, you are not who, you are not who

You used to be

You don't recognize behavior

Or the spelling of your name

And the shape that's in the mirror

You swear it's not (you swear its not the same) 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 you used to be

Who you used to be, who you used to be

Did you used to be, did you used to be

(No you are not, no you are not)

Who you used to be, who you used to be