I fall asleep at night alone, killed another long day. I beat myself to a pulp again, I think I'm slipping away. You see me gone gone, you want me on your tongue. I live my life alone, alone, I think I like it this way. I never even come close, even close, I feel I'm slipping away. You see me gone gone, you want me only torn. No, you want to go home. So pink, so vain, so slow. Too old.