(Lyrics)

Who you want me to be? And how I see myself, baby
Told you mirrors don't even tell the truth no more
I'm a drinker and you're a whore
Is it too late to fix ourselves?

I don't think so, we're going to hell
If I had a choice, which I don't think I do
I would be in church right now praying for you
I wish God would forgive us, I wish it was that simple

Critical, multi-subliminal thought
No choice but to get high now
I think we need to chill out
Can you put down the pills now?

Cause I'm about to pass out
So can we just relax on the couch
I really wanted to relapse but down
Can you tell me why you're freaking out?

Cut it out, out
No, mirrors don't tell the truth
Not to me, not to you
When we indulge ourselves in chemicals

Who you want me to be?
And how I see myself, baby
And if you saw me in a dream
You'd see I'd keep myself clean

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