The Bourne Identity

Now I know jealousy, I caught you talking to the real me
Can’t tell you how unhappy that shit makes me
If you hear him calling, promise you’ll ignore him
He’s kind of my enemy
Wherever I’m on to something good you see
He always waltzes in to spoil it for me
And I can see him starting, wanna break my heart then thats the way to do it
Glass bottomed ego, it’s still afloat but can’t you see the cracks
Appearing in the base?
There ain’t no ejector seat
When you’re longing for the sweet smell of self esteem
And you’ve got yourself as a back seat driver
Spilled the unspillable beans
And I’ve dreamed every single impossible dream
Just can’t remember any of the details
Let’s just have a buzz because by the time done, fucking beating myself up,
there’ll be nothing left to love
I feel like the sequel, you wanna see but you were kind of hoping
They would never make
Yeah I’m the mystery man, that’s been unmasked
I’m getting caught, in my own trap
I’m leaning in, to kiss the past goodbye
Yeah I’ll be leaving now, I’ll be making tracks
And I doubt that I’ll be coming back
Oh the night is young, baby make it last
Cause you know it’s growing up so fast
Glass bottomed ego, it’s still afloat but can’t you see the cracks
Appearing in the base?