i am unreachable
i am untouchable
i’m just the holographic image of the girl standing next to you

and you, you’re so far away
that i can’t hear i thing you say
but i keep nodding so as not to make you uncomfortable

meanwhile my stare’s fake as a publicist
i’m maybe thinking about shopping lists
my mind’s straight up driving on cruise control

my foot fell asleep
and i got lost so deep
so now i’ve for sure got no clue how i ended up here

but i’m playing along,
see, it looks like i’m there, but i’m so gone
is it because i know better than i should, or don’t know at all how to steer?

i’m wandering again
travelling in my own skin
you can’t even find me behind my own eyes

what we all think we see
and what we’re all trying to be
is a paranoid fugitive’s disguise

we’re all trying to get away with it
trying to keep from spilling our little secret
hoping we ourselves never even discover

how to pull the emergency brake
in case the hologram machine breaks
we were going too fast to recover.