Her Again

I had a dream that we were kissin' and I choked on your tongue And my face was turnin' blue and the air had left my lungs And, in the dream, we're back in London Down the road from Clapham Junction And I'm shrinkin' on the couch, feelin' suddenly so young and so small So afraid And you're angry 'cause I hurt you tryin' not to suffocate I keep waking up nauseous I'm scared my subconscious isn't over it as much as I am Made myself microscopic to fit in your pocket It's taken me a year to re-expand And I don't wanna be her again A friend of a friend's going to Paris, she asked what I'd recommend But all that comes to mind is fightin' with you by the Seine That and the bite of your indifference That and the wine, my blurry vision After all this time, it still gives me a tightness In the center of my chest I keep waking up nauseous I'm scared my subconscious isn't over it as much as I am Made myself microscopic to fit in your pocket It's taken me a year to re-expand And I don't wanna be her Her a—, her a—, her again Her a—, her again Her a—, her a—, her again Her a—, her again The girl on a midnight call to Sydney Hearing, "Babe, I think you miss me more than I miss you" Yeah, she was a nervous wreck And I don't wanna be her again