Livin' my life in third person sometimes
'Cuz when death calls, you gotta see blurred lines
I'm still myself, still goofy like the old times
But I see duality, actuality bold eyes
I can feel you focus on me
So I need take this off key
Break off myself, book off the shelf
Matter to the latter, I need me a mad hatter
Matter to the latter, I need me a mad hatter
Matter to the latter, I need me a mad hatter
Matter to the latter, I need me a mad hatter
Matter to the latter, I need me a mad hatter
Keep
Keep me small