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