His words now crawling on my back
As I slip off into dark
Those words I couldn’t say before
Now sliding of my so called tongue
And me alone he’s thinking of
Such a influential thought
The truth is I still got
A shadow replica
Maybe it’s just some cosmic hysteria
God I hate those sunburned blondes
She likes lifting up her dress
To explain the words she can’t confess
I caught him sleeping in her bed
Looking through the infrared
Oh god I see a avalanche
and just what happened to the sand
Running through the hourglass
A absent me forgot to be
My past is catching up to me
And now I’m slipping of the dark
Such a influential thought
Taking hold she’s all caught up
My famous shadow replica