I meet a primitive version of me
I find him wandering some late night street
He leads me to those haunts that I used to know
And I'm losing
I'm losing my way home
In search of youth or some freedom once felt
It's a treacherous trail that I tread
Regressing in stages the further I go
I'm losing
I'm losing my way home
The life we worked for
The home we made
I can't stop pulling at the seams
My former selves are
Turning up these days
Seems they've come back for me
Down dingy stairwells the morning light creeps
And I wonder what the hell I'm doing here
I never much cared for the ones I'd outgrown
They're losing
They're losing their hold
As I rise up from some desperate hole
They're losing
They're losing their hold
As I dream of you sleeping at home
They're losing
They're losing
They're losing their hold