There's a little bit of me in who you are today
As there's a little bit of you in the memories of yesterday.
You didn't appreciate me back when,
And took me for granted back then.
(Lesson learned.)

When you wake up from your drugged haze
The little bits will accumulate and you'll remember my face.
It'll be reality that you're going to face.

One day you'll look in the mirror and call my name
But I'll be on a train forgetting your name.

Just wash your face and let it all fade away.