when you re feeling empty fragile hungry and stoned sweet cinnamon spice and then you re on your own retracing footsteps of my younger days hold on rearview mirror lies in the haze a dark thought gets caught at the bottom of the sea it s all wrong play along would you be my enemy hummingbirds are always hours away from death the smell of deep depression and feathers on your breath nemeses are laughing there s nowhere left to go and everything s collapsing the world i used to know