It's funny how you can lose track of things
something's there - then gone
and in the second that you bliked your eyes
so much had gone wrong
but not the type of wrong that makes you break
or that forces change
it's a wrong with which you co-exist
it's a subtle strain
who'd believe a little laziness
could go so far?
(Chorus:)
I got twisted
turned into something else 
I got twisted
and I don't recognize myself
I didn't used to have to find you out
I could just believe
like falling down or breathing in and out
it was all easy
who'd have guessed a little surface wound
could cut so deep?
(Chorus:)
I got twisted
turned into something else 
I got twisted
and I don't recognize myself
I didn't mean to let it go this far - 
untangle me
I got twisted Â… I got twisted - and I don't recognize myself