my dna is running out i am not the guy who makes you smile now and when we talk it’s not the same but i already lost the gene for feeling pain
so i won’t cry i will just pretend i’m still the one and that we are in love again
but when i call you are never home and i am down to six or seven chromosomes but you don’t care or understand how it feels to be a single double strand
(chorus)
all these molecules don’t make me who i am, you did