I begin to realize, in the dream, that it's not my eyes I'm looking through. Whoever I'm seeing through steps away from the devastation of the storm and stumbles across a lifeless body. I wake the moment I realize it's mine.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You never really know how much of you takes residence in other people... We all exchange bits and pieces of ourselves with each other until we're big sparkly collages of everyone and everything we've ever loved — GengarTheGhost