Fog in my skull

Can't find the exit... Woke up with a cotton tongue Sky is grey, my brain is hung The mirror's full of static snow Can't tell which way the shadows go It creeps in through the window crack A woolen wolf on a one-way track I try to scream but the sound gets trapped It's the fog in my skull, the neon haze Burning up my shortcut days I can't see straight, I can't feel right Just a ghost in a chemical light Fog in my skull—pull the plug Fog in my skull—it's a psychic drug Streetlights bleed into one long smear Yesterday's face disappears in the rear I kissed a memory, it kissed me back Now my thoughts are turning black-to-white to crack The sidewalk's melting under my shoes I've got the 4 AM déjà vu blues Somebody tell me which fuse to choose It's the fog in my skull, the neon haze Burning up my shortcut days I can't see straight, I can't feel right Just a ghost in a chemical light Fog in my skull—pull the plug Fog in my skull—it's a psychic drug I am not lost—I am not found I am the fog and the fog is the ground Don't send a signal, don't send a sign Just let me dissolve one more time "Where's my address?" THERE IS NO ADDRESS! Just the quiet gray… the quiet gray… the quiet.