You built it up brick by brick, put your heart into this baseless myth
Nurtured it like a child, and dressed its wounds when it ran wild
You stopped to fix your face, someone else stepped in and took your place
Now everything you once knew, [bad word] circles around you

car door slamming in your road, it jolts you like a kick inside
year old message on your phone, that catches you when you can’t hide 

I see you in the service station sign
I see you in the supermarket line
I see you silouhetted on a wall
But I don’t see myself there at all 

This vessel of Balsa wood, is the f4g end tail of amoeba-hood
The busying cast confer, and get their taste of the drama

You stare through mindless daytime shows and curse yourself for growing old
The sterile scent of shaving foam reminds you of another world

I see you in the roofless sombre sky
I see you when the lovers stop outside
I see you silouhetted on a wall
But I don’t see myself there at all

I see you in the sweetness of our child
I see you in the supermarket aisle
I see you when I’m kneeling on the floor
But I can’t see myself anymore

Hard times got the upper hand, stole our feeble plans
You fix ..(?) shot me, spin me round but I won’t lie down
Hard times shake me to the bone, face [bad word]  bloody nose
Shell shocked, crawling on the ground, still I won’t lie down

No I won’t lie down
No I won’t lie down