my dna is running out
i am not the guy who makes you smile now

and when we talk it’s not the same
but i already lost the gene for feeling pain



so i won’t cry
i will just pretend
i’m still the one
and that we are in love again



but when i call you are never home
and i am down to six or seven chromosomes

but you don’t care or understand how it feels to be a single double strand





all these molecules don’t make me who i am, you did



i’m still the one