I'm not who you thought you knew
I'm not the picture framed in your room
Not the story you were sold
But it's still true
I'm dropping out of view
Tethered to my bed
With no alternatives

I can feel you slipping away slipping away slipping away
I can feel you slipping away slipping away slipping away
And I can't tell anymore if you want me or not
And I can't tell anymore whether I give a fuck

Tethered to my bed
With no alternatives

I can feel you slipping away slipping away slipping away
I can feel you slipping away slipping away slipping away
And I can't tell anymore if you want me or not
And I can't tell anymore whether I give a fuck

I can hear us in every mediocre song
And I can see us in every impulse I act on

I can feel you slipping away slipping away slipping away
I can feel you slipping away slipping away slipping away
And I can't tell anymore if you want me or not
And I can't tell anymore whether I give a fuck