What could you possibly see in me? Is it my soul hung out to dry? I think my dysfunctional family Has shaped it thoughtout 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 gla**es 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...