Lyrics of Mock Up - Heatmiser

secondary, secondary self for myself
a devil dog, a close call, somebody else
and your love, your love, your love
it's just a wicked friend and it's time that you're fighting off
are you scared that i'm dying
start believing in a secondary, secondary self for myself
sick pride, a dead heart, somebody else
you wanna get well on your own
but truth to tell, you've been shot to hell
you're all fucking holes

all i ever see
doing things that i'll never tell anybody else
i'm not shooting, i'm not shooting, i'm not playing
i'm here waiting for anybody
well i guess i'm not playing
melodrama, it's just me
it's just me
it's your love, it's your love