Verse Call me back tomorrow Today is not so good I'm in a bad place in my head And I can't get out of bed If I pull myself together It wouldn't mean a thing I've always been the one who finds A way to turn it around When I'm going down that road Today and tomorrow Still so unpredictable I'm either setting my sail Or pulling out nails If I pull myself together Like a pair of open scissors In a room of paper dolls My eyes stay glued to the wall I'm going down that road Intro Lost among the mirrors Facing the mirror Trying to imitate myself Obliterate myself If I tried something different Tried leaning on a friend Stuffed in a box beneath my bed In an orgy of retouched flesh I'm going down that road I'm going down that road I'm going down that road