Lost my grip and my vision gone dull
 I swing my hip like a dancer gone numb
 I saw your shadow, saw the [bad word] 
 Now something’s missing from my memory of … you
 You shake my world from my ground to my head
 Distant noise that wake me out of bed
 I listen as the walls cave in
 I’m hanging on ’cause your memories spin on

 I lost my grip, I balanced it on a piece of paper
 [bad word] in one trip, it’s weaving in
 And I wait for later
 Who is leaning in on my yes to be?
 Who is sneaking in, is sneaking in on me, on me?

 I cut a house in half and turn a frown
 Distant painted walls and letters upside down
 I try to hold on, I try to hold on but you’re gone
 Then I try to let go but your memory’s still on

 I lost my grip, I balanced it on a piece of paper
 [bad word] in one trip, it’s weaving in
 And I wait for later
 Who is leaning in on my yes to be?
 Who is sneaking in, is sneaking in on me, on me?

 On me, on my