You’re medicated, deeply and always intoxicated
Cheaply vacating to the sands of the beaches in your brain
And it’s true
We are two
Of a kind
And we’re blind to the lives
That live beside our very side
I’m too synthetic, and oh how I tire of the small talk
I end up spending life inside the throws of my mind
You’re separated from lovers, friends, and changes
It’s crucial to your happiness to take those trips far from your pain
And it’s true
We are two
Of a kind
And we’re blind to the lives
That live beside our very side