I carry you in everything I do and say and see
And wandering the streets today I try to let it be
But how can I acknowledge what I'll always never know
Or hope that you could ever tell me where it is we go
I'm tangled up entirely, my skin is not the same
The driver or the passenger, I'd rather go insane
And if you're calling out to me you're calling someone else
I've not been hearing anything because I'm not *myself