Into the Morgue

I was small enough
To fit my father's palm
And now I'm taller than he will ever be
And I can't believe that's who I am

I don't know these hands
Or these scars of mine
They just don't feel like mine
It's hard to recognise that I'm already dying

And it'll take some time
But I'm not too sad
Because I'm not who I think I am
I often feel like I've abandoned him

And I never feel how I'm supposed to feel
How can I tell this is real?
How will I know?

And I'm getting old
And I'm getting tired
And I'm staying up all night
Worrying that this is all a waste of time
And I'm stagnating
And my head is sore
And my friends are making friends
And their new friends
Will think that I'm too strange of a guy
So I'm ducking mirrors
And I'm telling lies
To avoid this person with my
Voice and my hands and my plans

I never feel how I'm supposed to feel
How can I tell this is real?
How will I know?

My mind is a graveyard
Full to the brim
Of all the memories I'll never live again
And it's hard to know that part of my life is now over

My mind is a hallway
Of trophies in a case
The puzzle pieces have been falling out of place
And it's hard to know that part of my life is now over
It's now over

I miss my old school
I miss my old bed
I miss my old life
I miss my old friends
You say your farewells
I say my goodbyes
As they wheel me in I feel his
Light

You only get one shot so you better give it your best try