In the morning when you throw up water   And your skin, it turns a pale, pale yellow   Well, every day you lose more color   Do you think that someone paints your mirror?   Do you think that someone paints your mirror?      And you think that things sound different   At the time when you speak   There are visions much clearer   Than these blurs that you see      And like Neely O'Hara   You swallow your sleep   And you wake up in the morning to find out   You are not, you are not who, you are not who   You used to be      You don't recognize behavior   Or the spelling of your name   And the shape that's in the mirror   You swear it's not (you swear its not the same) the same      And like Neely O'Hara   You swallow your sleep   And you really can't remember   But you know you are not   Think you are not   No, you are not   who you used to be   Who you used to be, who you used to be   Did you used to be, did you used to be   (No you are not, no you are not)   Who you used to be, who you used to be