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 spend

No it's not you it's me

And it's not us it's them

Sure it's not her

It's the way she moves you

But she kisses harder then me

She kisses harder then me

I always looked in through your glasses

But all I could see

Is 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 tipof my tongue you see

Oh this might take awhile...

No it's not you it's me

And it's not us it's them

Sure it's not her

It's the way she moves you

But she kisses harder then me

She kisses harder then me...