Three voices trade lines about recklessness, denial, and self-destruction in a rhythmic, song-like exchange. Speaker B spirals through drunken euphoria while A and C circle around repeated phrases like "I'm not missing you" and "I'd rather break my own thread," building a character sketch of someone caught between youthful abandon and emotional fracture.
Chapters
So drunk, drunk.
I've never seen you clearer than now. We're flying high, floating somewhere up in the clouds, going out of ourselves. Can you feel it? Almost like I don't know if it's real, 'cause when we're doing our thing, we're the wheels that won't stop turning. So take me on a trip, trip. Drift now, drift, drift, drift. Oh, flick that switch, kill the lights. Oh, wasted city lights are shining so bright. All these empty faces, we don't care about them tonight. We're going out of ourselves, can you feel it? Almost like I don't know if it's real, but we're doing our thing where the wheels don't stop turning. I know we're acting stupid, being dumb, maybe just a little bit foolish, but if we're so young, just go a little crazy and lose it.
I don't care if we're dumb, it's the only way we know how to do it. Make me feel so young.
You got issues, some you know and some you don't. Don't blame me for being suspicious, but I see you need something else than what you want. I wish you could see yourself just like I do.
Maybe you would know by now I really like you. I'm not missing you, I'm not fooling myself. Just like you. I'd rather break my own thread like a needle and stitch you up just for you to tear it up again. I'm through.
I'm not, I'm not missing you.
I'm not, I'm not missing you. I'm not, I'm not missing you.
All you know is superficial. Some of it Some of it goes like a trend. You are a symbol of something no one ever will understand. I wish you could see yourself just like I do. Maybe you would know by now I really like you.
I'm not missing you. I'm not fooling myself just like you. I'd rather bake my own bread Like a needle, I stitch you up just for you to tear it up again. I'm through. I'm not, I'm not missing you. I'm not, I'm not missing you. I'm not, I'm not missing you. I'm not, I'm not missing you. I'm not, I'm not missing you.
I wish you could see yourself just like I do. Maybe you would know by now I really like— I'm not missing you.
I'm not fooling myself just like you. I'd rather break my own thread than need to stitch you up just for you to tear it up again. I'm through. I'm not, I'm not missing you. I'm not, I'm not missing
