Sometimes when you're sleeping off the night before
When the record coils and snakes around the run-out groove
And it's just out of rhythm - just out of tune
And in your dream stands a bloodied and frightened child
Who sings "I'm Losing You"
Isn't there something that you were supposed to do?
Mornings when you're throwing up the night before
When the wind is howling murder behind your eyes
And you can't find your balance - you can't find your feet
And the wall on the bathroom is littered with words
They say "I'm losing you"
Isn't there something that you were supposed to do?
Maybe there's something you want to share with the rest of the class?
Maybe there's something crawling underneath your skin
That maybe will pass
Or maybe you're not coming back
Handwriting that you can't recognize as your own
Sloppy, scary, like the homework done on the bus
Dodging insults and grabbing hands
For your jacket and tie, for your pencils and books
But you were a boy then; now you're a man
So tell me: what is this memory? What is this song:
"I'm Losing You?"
And isn't there something that you were supposed to do
Maybe there's something you want to share with the rest of the class?
Maybe there's something crawling underneath your skin
That maybe will pass
Or maybe you're not coming back
I woke up today to see the sky was black
With birds who were flying south, and never coming back
And I was alone for a month in a row
And - try as I might - I just couldn't see any sign of that
Feeling changing. So:
I took a pen and tried to write a song
But I threw it away when it all came out wrong
I know I'm not the best - I'm not even the best at feeling f*cked up
But I thought I could at least do well at the one thing I do well
But I thought wrong
So I went back to bed
But I couldn't sleep; not with the song stuck in my head!
Even though I knew
That I could never show you
The world
Or anybody else
And now I'm a liar as well
I'm losing you. Isn't there something else that I was supposed to do?
Maybe there's something you want to share with the rest of the class?
Maybe there's something crawling underneath your skin
That maybe will pass
Or maybe you're not coming back