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 Whenever I’m on to something good you see He always waltzes in to spoil it for me And I can see him starting want to break my heart then that’s 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 haunted by the sweet smell of self-esteem And you’ve got yourself as a backseat driver Spilled the unspillable beans And I’ve dreamed every single impossible dream I just can’t remember any of the details Let’s just have a buzz because by the time I’m done fucking beating myself up There’ll be nothing left to love I feel like the sequel You wanna see but you were kinda 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’m making tracks And I doubt that I’ll be coming back Oh the night is young baby make it a blast Cause you know it’s growing up so fast              Glass-bottomed ego I’m still afloat but can’t you see the cracks appearing in the base