With my feet on the grass   And my heart beating just a little too fast   I met your other self   When we were so mixed up   So that's two of you I have to cut   With my hands now untied   I’ve got a million more new words to write   But I met my other self   In the lines of a song   He is raw and wild   But he's awfully strong      And he kicked me off my chair   And he tied feathers in my hair   With my legs stretching out   And my body pressing against the couch   I lift myself up again with the palms of my hands   'Cause its morning now and I’m free to dance      And he kicked me off my chair   And he tied feathers in my hair   And I lift myself from the couch   And I light my words   And I spit 'em out      Listen to me: there's no epic feeling   Don’t you think it's best if we just leave it to rest?   Like why am I rapping   Like do we have no ideas left?   Like look at his chest   Look at his fucking Weatherbox vest   With his hands flying a "W" like Weezer's up next   Yeah but you were like being chased all over and inside of you place   By demons with masks on and your mind erased   I tried to save the color the face   The color of your face   But you still tried to replace me with a different bass player   You thought I was layered: white with black underneath   Coming for you in your sleep   A million years in the future   Cops in your computer      So here you are again, man number two, got the same hands   Just a snap back from that trap, don't give me any of that, it is that bad, it is that bad      No, it's not that bad   No, it’s not that bad   No, it’s not, no it's not that bad   No, it’s not, no it's not that bad      And he kicked me off my chair   And he tied feathers in my hair   With my head in the clouds   And my body always laying against the ground   I lift my self up again with the palms of my hands   Cause its morning now and I’m free to dance