Gotta Get Into It - New Young Pony Club

I want to fit 
I've got to get into it 
Don't make no sense 
to hide behind anything 

oh how these precious things 
their time is wearing thin 

i'd make a mold of me 
to make a mockery 
i'd make a mold of me 
to make a mockery 

another sky (hey) 
to emphasize who you are 
a second skin 
the label i might have been 

oh fill this loving cup 
might have to use it up 

to take the half of me 
would wreck the symmetry