
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
And it’s not her
It’s just the way she moves you
And she kisses harder than me
Oh, 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
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 tongue you see
Oh, this might take a while
I saw her at Paradiso on the 7th of December..it was a GREAT concert..and she is lovely..
ReplyDeleteGroetjes from The Hague