Look into the mirror
Can't see my reflection
Rinsed out my eyes to see if I was just intoxicated
Still not there

Looked down my tatooed legs
What the hell was I standing on
My feet were hovering under the carpeting
Like I was some kind of ghost

My Caddilac is bent.
And I can't pound it out.

Look into the garage
Walked through the door to get there
Nothing inside but empty space and cans
Where's my fucking caddy

Look higher being why don't you take my now
Disintegrate me with the light
Can't stand this constant mind backsliding
I never saw that Porche