I want to fit   I've got to get into it   Don't make no sense   to hide behind anything      oh how these precious things   their time is wearing thin      i'd make a mold of me   to make a mockery    i'd make a mold of me   to make a mockery      another sky (hey)   to emphasize who you are   a second skin   the label i might have been      oh fill this loving cup   might have to use it up      to take the half of me   would wreck the symmetry