Less concerned about fitting into the world—your world, that is
Because 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 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 you, there is only me
There is no you, there is only me

Only

The tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be a scab
And I had this funny feeling like I just knew it was something bad
I couldn’t leave it alone—picking at the scab
It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut, but I climbed through

Now I’m somewhere I am not supposed to be
And I can see things I know I really shouldn’t see
And now I know why
And now I know why
Things aren’t as pretty on the inside

There is no you, there is only me
There is no you, there is only me
There is no you, there is only me
There is no you, there is only me

The closer we think we are
It only got us so far
Have you got anything left to show?
No, I didn’t think so

The sooner we realize that we cover ourselves with lies
Underneath we’re not so tough
Love is not enough

It hides in the dark like the withering vein
We didn’t give it a mouth so it cannot complain
We never really had a chance
We never really make it through
And to think I believed I could get better with you

The closer we think we are
It never got us so far
Have you got anything left to show?
No, I didn’t think so