I had a dream that we were kissin' and I choked on your tongue
And my face was turnin' blue and the air had left my lungs
And, in the dream, we're back in London, down the road from Clapham Junction
And I'm shrinkin' on the couch, feelin' suddenly so young and so small
So afraid
And you're angry 'cause I hurt you tryin' not to suffocate

I keep waking up nauseous
I'm scared my subconscious isn't over it as much as I am
Made myself microscopic to fit in your pocket
It's taken me a year to re-expand
And I don't wanna be her again

A friend of a friend's going to Paris, she asked what I'd recommend
But all that comes to mind is fightin' with you by the Seine
That and the bite of your indifference
That and the wine, my blurry vision
After all this time, it still gives me a tightness
In the center of my chest

I keep waking up nauseous
I'm scared my subconscious isn't over it as much as I am
Made myself microscopic to fit in your pocket
It's taken me a year to re-expand
And I don't wanna be her

Her a—, her a—, her again
Her a—, her again
Her a—, her a—, her again
Her a—, her again

The girl on a midnight call to Sydney
Hearing: Babe, I think you miss me more than I miss you
Yeah, she was a nervous wreck
And I don't wanna be her again