Busy Being Born

I used to laugh at my shadow
I guess I thought it was my past
Now I let it speak to me
The echo of a muffled heart in the chest

But I guess all this hollow me
Is just a place to hide
All these folded instincts
Just a broken pride

I thought I was busy dying
But I'm busy being born

Everything is for tomorrow
But tomorrow never comes

There's never enough room
Never enough room just to be anywhere

So we give the silence a little stir
We lay down five minutes
Aim for the stars and devour centuries

With all these mirrors waiting for faces in them
With all these mirrors waiting for faces in them

They glow, outwardly, just like me
But that glow is not a light
Just a phony little fever
And it's spread all over me, it's obscene
It's keeping me numb, deceptively clean

Oh but we get old, real fast
Have you ever noticed
The way you eventually get to like this shit
This comfort in being sad
Despite yourself

I thought I was being dying
But I'm busy being born

I thought I was busy dying
But I'm busy being born

I thought I was busy dying
But I'm busy being born