like moonlit sex in a deserted industrial landscape.
with a ghost.
sing along if you know the words…
I just made you up…to hurt myself.
I just made you up…to hurt myself.
I just made you up…to hurt myself.
I just made you up…to hurt myself.
I just made you up…to hurt myself.
I’m becoming less defined as days go by
Fading away
And well you might say
I’m losing focus
Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself
Sometimes I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes I can see right through myself
Less concerned about fitting into the world
Your world that is
Cause it doesn’t really matter anymore
(no it doesn’t really matter anymore)
No it doesn’t really matter anymore
None of this really matters anymore
Yes I am alone but then again I always was
As far back as I can tell
I think maybe it’s because
Because you were never really real…to begin with.
I just made you up…to hurt myself
I just made you up…to hurt myself
I just made you up…to hurt myself
I just made you up…to hurt myself
I just made you up…to hurt myself
And it worked.
Yes it did!
There is no you
There is only me
There is no you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me
Only…
Only…
Only…
Only…
-the question is, does this song come at the beginning or the end? maybe the climax…