i've got to get out of this room.
i've got to get out of this skin,
and into another.

who will i be?
i could be anyone. who is it tonight?
who am i tonight?
and will i have the same skin
in the morning light?

what does it feel like to be me,
and who can i ask
to get an honest answer?
you suggest the mirror,
but do you understand the weight
that comes with that question?
do you understand the chains
that come with my obsession?

if i cough up blood, is it the blood of another?
if my mouth bleeds red, is red really my color?

don't lay down the truth
if the truth isn't ready to sleep,
and don't lay down your life
if you have no life to keep.

do i have a light to keep?
and have my teeth sunk in so deep?

i can't reap what i sow
if my arms are full with the burdens of others.
i can't enjoy my pleasures.
i'd like to know what tethers me down.
can i not just float away?

can my sweat be blood condensed
and drip into glasses dispensed
to my dearest friends?

if they drink it,
when they taste me,
will they understand?

goodnight.