It's hard to walk through all the places that your life used to be in So you thought you'd shed a layer, maybe try on some new skin Your friends are all imaginary, your shrink stopped answering her phone So you decide to make incisions at your home while you're alone, all alone

But you're no tailor, you're no surgeon, none of your cuts go very straight Every new layer you uncover reveals something else you hate And then you cracked your head, and broke some bones And when you glued them back together you found out you did it wrong