Proton electron photon
Clock stopped, hair white blonde
Who am I without the wallet I lost
Sit and wait for something to come
I belong to the rain and the mouth of the gun
I am not real the pills haven't kicked in
I'm not responding but I am still thinking
Proton electron photon
Clock stopped hair white gone
Who am I without a feeling of longing
There's this gap where I should belong
I'm around people and something is wrong
I want to be honest but I want to be strong
When I am not real, I am a song
