Me and I, Hand In Hand

Picture me in heavy chains

I got what it takes

To be the prisoner himself

Picture me in black and white shorts, Chanel

What do you mean when you say

Your existence has very little meaning today?

What do you mean when you say

I insist that you get well with the fact

That nothing ever feels the same

I got a picture of me and I hand in hand

Nothing ever feels real

We're supposed to be the really, really, really big deal

Nothing ever feels right

I cannot live without cigarettes and wine

Nothing ever feels wrong

I think that this is not the time to seem strong

So move on, move on

I know it's really hard for you

Little birds are usually cute

You are probably too

Yeah, I'm insecure too

He has problems too

But no, we are not cute

And you curse in the night

Cry your pillow while you hope you might die

No, don't hate the game

I insist that you get well with the fact

That nothing ever feels the same

I got a picture of me and I hand in hand

Nothing ever feels real

We're supposed to be the really, really, really big deal

Nothing ever feels right

I cannot live without cigarettes and wine

Nothing ever feels wrong

I think that this is not the time to seem strong

So move on, move on

I tend to mess up everything I try, and

I tend to mess up every fucking time, I know

I tend to mess up everything I try

It seems I fuck up every fuckin' time

I tend to mess up everything I try, oh

I tend to mess up every fucking time, no

I tend to mess up everything I try

I think I just have to get along with the fact

That nothing ever feels the same

I got a picture of me and I hand in hand

Nothin' ever feels real

We're supposed to be the really, really, really big deal

Nothing ever feels right

I cannot live without cigarettes and wine

Nothing ever feels wrong

I think that this is not the time to seem strong

So move on, move on

So move on, move on

So move on, move on

Nothing ever feels the same

I got a picture of me and I

Hand in hand

It's only me and I hand in hand