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 it's 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
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
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 it's 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
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