This is a song about "Seeing things"

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

Bawled my fucking eyes out and i dont think that im seeing/

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

Now-do-you-see exactly what it is that i'm seeing,

The deepest of your feelings

I would do awful awful things

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Police'll retreat when seeing me primed and gleeful

I'm my own human being and i wish you could be seeing

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Realising that world leans on things

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

We're seeing no improvement either/

Trying hard to speak and

Your seeing stars, spangled