Your Glasses

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

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



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

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, oh,



Me, oh,

Me, oh,

Me, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh!



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 tried to look 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,

Oh, oh, oh,

Me,