I can still hear myself being carried away by an ambulance I can still hear you say to me that you don't love me anymore I can still taste the black, it coats my throat, soaks my tears, Pray now, pray now The man next door is screaming 'Cause he don't know his brain no more I can still feel the war that is brewing around the dinner meal All my friends, they're infused with an ego as big as an "artist deal" Oh I could get all wrapped up and point my fingers Point them, point them to everyone who'd ever know But they will never know that I feel like I'm lost forevermore