It's going to be weird...

Give me back my smoking arm, I'm taking back my breathing gone

Cops aren't the nicest thing, robbers ain't the movie screen

I found a cigarette in my spleen, found the tape next to the machine

This summer thing is fleeting, haven't been there for years

'Cause I can feel it too, not here, not like you

Can't can't feel it there (too), everything there for years

Oh, I can't feel it, I can't feel it too for you, for you

I can't feel it, I can't feel it too for you, for you

Can't feel it all but I can't feel it too for you, for you

I can't feel it all and I can't feel it too for you, for you

I can't feel it, I can't feel it too for you, for you

I can't feel it, I can't feel it too for you, for you