Oh the horizon moves But I find balance on my knees Where are my clothes? I try to decode words on the post-it That's stuck on my cheek Two socks stare at me Definitely they're not mine I try to figure out What's written between the lines "You've got my number" "You've got my number" My feet are sore Sticky floor Can't feel my arm no more And my keys are gone Like my memory I can't say no to something sweet But it's not what I need You keep feeding me When I'm not hungry Oh the radio starts singing Last night's story All the clothes I wore Are staring at me My high heels And tightest shirt agree That wasn't me That wasn't me My feet are sore Sticky floor Can't feel my arm any more And my keys are gone Like my memory I can't say no to something sweet But it's not what I need You keep feeding me When I'm not hungry