I want to fit 

I've got to get into it 

Don't make no sense 

to hide behind anything 



oh how these precious things 

their time is wearing thin 



i'd make a mold of me 

to make a mockery 

i'd make a mold of me 

to make a mockery 



another sky (hey) 

to emphasize who you are 

a second skin 

the label i might have been 



oh fill this loving cup 

might have to use it up 



to take the half of me 

would wreck the symmetry