Lyrics 3OH!3 – HOLOGRAM

Verse 1 — Sean Foreman:
Underneath the cold moon
In the parking lot I told you
Didn’t know you would take back the hours we wasted

Verse 2 — Nathaniel Motte:
So I found out you were mutual
The night you said that you went home
You played me like a musical
Said ignorance is beautiful
I found out you were mutual
The night you said that you went home
You tricked me with the dude I know the wrong

Pre-chorus — Sean Foreman:
You said you wouldn’t
But you did it
Why you lying?
I ain’t kidding
Hands numb, can’t feel
This love’s not real
Now I’m finding
Your handwriting
‘Cross the ceiling
Close my eyes and say, «How’d I get here?»
This love’s not real

Chorus — Sean Foreman:
I lost touch with who I am

Verse 3 — Sean Foreman:
Double yellow lines like
Slipping in the black night
I’m losing all my lifelines
Never thought you could erase them

Verse 4 — Nathaniel Motte:
This world is full of hypocrites and bitches claiming innocence
You see I just came to witness it
And leave here with no fingerprints
This world is full of hypocrites and bitches claiming innocence
We wanted you to be the prince, but it’s incestuous

Pre-chorus — Sean Foreman:
You said you wouldn’t
But you did it
Why you lying?
I ain’t kidding
Hands numb, can’t feel
This love’s not real
Now I’m finding
Your handwriting
‘Cross the ceiling
Close my eyes and say, «How’d I get here?»
This love’s not real

Chorus — Sean Foreman:
I lost touch with who I am
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram
This castle is made of sand
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram

Bridge — Nathaniel Motte:
Cold sweat, shaking with the fever dream
Go back to the same crime scene
Now my ears baby won’t stop ringing
My ears, yeah, they won’t stop ringing
Cold sweat, shaking with the fever dream
Go back to the same crime scene
Now my ears baby won’t stop ringing

Chorus — Sean Foreman:
I lost touch with who I am
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram
This castle is made of sand
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram

Outro — Nathaniel Motte:
Clean me in your river
You can wash me with your water
Purify me till your shiver
Cause I’ve been seeing ghosts
Is this me finally losing it?
Or an optical illusion?
Every beat I make is unfinished
And every song I write is ill conceived
But all the cities fade and diminish
Will anyone remember you and me?