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…