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 thought out 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
 But 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
 I 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...
 I 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, ooh, oh
 Me... Oh, ooh, oooh
 Me... Oh, ooh, oooh
 Me... Oh, ooh, oooh
 Oh, ooh, oooh, ooh
 And I 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