Mrs. Obama, It's Been an Honor Video (MV)

Impressed into your bed
I'm up again at 6 AM
I barely slept
My eyes were closed but
I was lost in my head
The incense from your room
A smell that still consumes me
Please don't use me as a way to cope with
Thoughts that bother you
Please tell me the truth
Am I losing you
Please tell me the truth
Am I losing you
This is a drugged out fairy tale
Behind the smoke there is a failure to communicate
It's hard for me to see your face
You keep looking to the stars
When I am right in front of you
I was purple to you once
Is that the shade that you still view
Please tell me the truth
Am I losing you
Please tell me the truth
Am I losing you
Am I losing you
Am I losing you