A Judas goat to myself
A personal Christ to myself
I will never be the same
My window is open at night
My gut doesn't sit with me right
Tell me what is that smell
There's a collision ahead
There are ashes on my bed
I inhale the leftover smoke
I see the past above me
I see the past above me
I saw the past above me
Drowning in my vanity
I saw the past above me
Drowning in my vanity
I saw the past above me
Drowning in my vanity
I saw the past above me
Drowning in my vanity
I will never be the same
I will never be the same
I will never be the same
I will never be the same