(Hmm-mm-mm)

(Hmm-mm-mm)

(Hmm-mm-mm)

(Hmm-mm-mm)

Steam on the sink

Mail on the floor

Same crooked frame

On the same dull door

Microwave hum

Half-warm tea

TV talking

But it’s not to me

Some other me made another choice

Different town

Different tired voice

Maybe he’s laughing in a crowded bar

Or driving too fast under softer stars

I’m here counting cracks in the ceiling

Monday evening

Same old feeling

Wondering who I’d be

If I was that other me

Sitting in drafts

Outside

Kids chase

The last light home

Inside

I trace

The shape of alone

Some other me made another choice

Different keys

Different set of joys

Maybe he kept what I let fade

Held on tight when I walked away

I’m here tracing lines on the ceiling

Monday evening

Half-healed

Half-bleeding

Wondering who I’d be

If I was Frankenstìn

Does he ever miss this quiet?

Does he ever get it wrong?

Or is he still that braver version

I only visit in these songs

Some other me made another choice

Different words in the same old voice

Maybe he’s learning to let you go

Or maybe he never had to know

I’m here with the glow of the screen

Monday evening

Caught in between

All the lives I’ll never see

And this one worn-out

Version of sweet Frankenstìn

Some other me made another choice

Different town

Different tired voice

Maybe he’s laughing in a crowded bar

Or driving too fast under softer stars

I’m here counting cracks in the ceiling

Monday evening

Same old feeling

Wondering who I’d be

If I was that other Frankenstìn!!!!