My DNA is running out, I am not the guy who makes you smile now
And when we talk, it's not the same, but i already lost the gene for feeling pain

So i won't cry, I will just pretend, I'm still the one and that we are in love again

But when i call you are never home, and I am down to six or seven chromosomes
But you don't care, or understand, how it feels to be a single double strand

All these molecules don't make me who i am, you did

I'm still the one