Inside the doorway
Down endless hallways
Just last December
You can't remember
(Ah)
(Ah)
(Ah)
(Ah)
I sit beside you
[?]

Dissect it, inspect it
Spit and shine, your spotless soul
Perfect it, protect it
Terrified you'll break the mold

Don't you notice [?]
Lose your grip in your illusion of control

Like sadness, like gladness
Nothin's sometimes what you feel
Like flatness, like madness
Nothin's sometimes all that's real