The philosopher's dead
Buried in his own head
When did we stop dreaming
Where did we lose sight

Aspiring to be
What the eleven year-old me
Would never stand for
Would never stand for

So how could I be sure
Your thoughts were not my own
When I'm nothing like my former self
I'm nothing like me

So, are you a ghost?
You say I'm changing
But it's you who's wasting away

You say the dream's dead, but I'm living on
I'm not afraid of these things that I've done
I can see it all in your eyes

You wanna go back to when things were right

Now you live as a shell
Of who you used to be
It's you without the dream
It's you without the dream

NOT ME
NOT ME

So, are you a ghost?
You say I'm changing
But it's you who's wasting away

Are you
Oh, aren't you
Just like me
Just like me?

So, are you a ghost?
You say I'm changing
But it's you who's wasting away