I'm skippin' breakfast just to be in bed / The colors of the pavement and the city used to feel good - (In my own skin) I didn't need the affection... But now you've shown me a mirror, And all my broken complexion. It's what I do best - Trip on my own two feet again. You just stand up laughing, You just stand up laughing. Well I dream't it in dreams - Of the gap in my chest; Punctured as deep as the ocean. Filled with excess and all the good things I actually wreck It's what I do best - Trip on my own feelings in the end... You don't care about it, You don't care about it.