I met a new me at 8 am, the other one got lost
this was not a trade in, although I wouldn't believe the cost
I woke up crying as we said goodbye
me an my old self, each day he vanished more and more
as I became someone else

He actually was murdered I had taken him apart
but when I put him back together, I couldn't find his heart
It was resting underneath a chair, in a bed of bright tin foil
if I pulled back the flaps, I could still see it beat
I could still hear his voice uncoil, As I said