Clipping

I lost myself in a picture of someone else
Framed and lit up like a wake
Felt like it was me who died that day
Intuition and virtue
Crash the car and just let go
I’m a loser sometimes
I will lose my mind sometimes
Another year inside my eyes
Clipping in the atmosphere
I lose sometimes
Hold in your hands my broken crown
Show me where you have broken down
Give me relief
Give me relief
Get it done as a tattoo
Put it some place that always shows
I’m a loser sometimes
I will lose my mind sometimes
Another year inside my eyes
Clipping in the atmosphere
I lose sometimes
Crash the car and just let go