Are you running away from the truth in the work we never do? As I twist myself out of sleep to face you Will you please pick someone else? I am awkward, I am not myself It's called worldly remiss So that is why I choose to stay awake When I'm dreaming and I hardly know your name But the games we used to play were not games Always, through all those years That you can't take back When you didn't choose to be here Are you burning by the truth in the work you never do? As I rearrange the way I look to suit you And you ripped your evening dress And forgot your evening sentences Like you're beautiful but not one bit useful How you wonder why I don't feel like dreaming 'cause I hardly know your name And the games we used to play were not games Always, through all those years That you can't take back When you didn't choose to be here