text: I always watch you when youre dreaming
  Because I know its not of me
  I smoke a dozen cancer sticks
  Imagine there are two or three ways
  To make you love me
  And not 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 theres nothing else
  The conscious of that crushing feeling
  To know theres no connection left
  That we both go through the motions
  That were both living somewhere else
  That the movie on your eyelids
  Is no reflection of myself
  Is no reflection of myself
  Is no reflection of myself
  I wanna be, I wanna be your movie...
  I wanna be, I wanna be your movie...
  Why cant you be me?
  Why cant you be me?
  Why cant you be me?
  Why cant you be me?
  Be me, be me, be me...