Lose Myself

歌詞

A 2 pm morning I'm greeting, the end of meaning. Open my mind just a crack, and look what crawls in. Now I'm trying to keep my head above, your dead pool, deep end. I sold myself in; in on the joke of the spin, but this burned-in cynical grin is fading again. Turning the hooks to catch nothing, I'm let off. You live in your head and love no-one, at all. Spotlit marks for your self-styled, Comic book sharpshooter. Blind spots before. I sold myself in; In on the joke of the spin. Now this burned-in cynical grin, is fading again. Peeling those tired eyes, to steal and refine some sleek pitch line. Wide of the mark, pressed to define. Connect the dots, line by line. I sold myself in; In on the joke of the spin. Now this burned-in cynical grin, is fading again.