What could you possibly see in me? Is it my soul hung out to dry? I think my dysfunctional family has shaped it throughout my life
What could you possibly like in me? Do you like my ability to bend? I think my fear of intimacy has shaped the time we spent
No i'ts not you - it's me And it's not us - it's them And it's not her - it's just the way she moves you And she kisses harder than me Well she kisses harder than me
And I've always looked in through your glasses but all I could see was the specter of me reflected the empty shell of me (x2)
What could you possibly love in me? Is it the way I wear my smile? It hangs from the tip of my tonge you see oh this might take a while
And i'ts not you - it's me And it's not us - it's them Sure it's not her - it's just the way she moves you And she kisses harder than me Well she kisses harder than me
And I've always looked in through your glasses but all I could see was the specter of me reflected the empty shell of me (x2)