Driving backwards

Through automatically-closing doors

Lost my magic words

I can't do this anymore

What went wrong?

Feeling mortal

For the first time in a long while

Cellophane skin

Plaster of Paris skull

And forced smile

What went wrong?

Still sad and lonely

I thought I’d have it all by now

Still sad and lonely

Thought I'd had it sorted-out, somehow

And I'm still waiting for it

Thought I’d had it sorted-out, somehow

Feeling mortal

For the first time in a long time

No one hears me

Nothing works

And no words rhyme

I'm firing blank rounds with my big automatic At closed doors

Waxing tragic

I can't do this anymore

What went wrong?

So sad and lonely

Thought I'd had it sorted-out, somehow

Still sad and lonely

I thought I'd have it all by now

And I'm still waiting for it

Thought I'd had it sorted-out, somehow

Feeling hopeful

For the first time in a long, long night

Second skin now

Alabaster bones

And alright