Mock - Up Lyrics - 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 f***ing holes 

All I ever ? ? ? ? ? 

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