I could have been better
Or more drenched
Bigger or gentler
And maybe even smaller
Just deceiving myself
Because you're not me
Story old and story rotten
Story that will be forgotten
I know that you're looking
At my face in the mirror
And see me, hungry and ragged
Left on the road between home and work
Just deceiving myself
Because you're not me
Story old and story rotten
Story that will be forgotten
Story old and story rotten
Story that will be forgotten.