Miss matter, you hadder, now she's going away. I am misused, misconstrued. I don't need to be saved. And I don't know what I'm into. And I don't know what I've done to me. And as I watch you disappear into my head, well, there's a man who's tellin' me I might be dead. So I'll waste my time and I'll burn my mind. I'm miss nothing, I miss everything.