I always watch you when you're dreaming,
because I know it's not of me
I smoke a dozen cancer sticks
And imagine there are two or three ways to make you love me
And I'll dream of someone else,
become the movie on your eyelids,
The reflection of yourself
The reflection...of yourself

I cry when I listen to you breathing,
because I know there's nothing else that conjurs up that crushing feeling
To know there's no connection left,
that we're both going through the motions,
that we're both living somewhere else
And the movie on your eyelids,
there's no reflection of myself
There's no reflection...of myself
There's no reflection...of myself

I wanna be, I wanna be your movie
I wanna be, I wanna be your movie

Why can't you be me?
Why can't you be me?
Why can't you be me?
Why can't you be me?
Be me
Be me
Be me

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