I'm surprised no one has noticed I made a copy of myself I thought I'd have another One to keep and one to sell But now I'm not quite certain Which one is the real version I can modify the moment Instead of putting it to bed And now I can't remember what I ate for dinner Let alone the rest And now I'm feeling desperate To be something imagined I've had enough of this thin glass that's holding me back From the people and places I lack I only see a back-lit idea of a world That's delivering on none of its word I've had enough of this thin glass that's holding me back From the people and places I lack It's a two-dimensional analogy For something we actually need I'm surprised no one has noticed I made a copy of myself