Dope - Pink Matter

Mind’s slipping

Time’s skipping

Can’t see past my hands

My feet are sinking through the floor

I can’t remember where we started

But I know this for sure

My head’s going out the door

Out the door

I’m gone

I’m gone

I’m gone, gone

I’m gone

Mind’s slipping

Time’s skipping

If you would’ve asked me I would have said

I had a vague idea

I’m losing sense of reality

My dear, my dear

My mind’s gone out the door

Out the door

I’m gone

I’m gone

I’m gone, gone

I’m gone

I’m gone

I’m gone

I’m gone, gone

I’m gone, gone

Losing sense every day

Feeling trapped in this haze

I think I might have to accept

This might be my fate

I’m gone, gone

I’m