I want to ask you Do you ever sit and wonder It's so strange That we could be together for so long And never know, never care What goes on in the other one's head Things I've felt but I never said You said things that I never said So I'll say something that I should have said long ago
You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all
You could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin Or a cardboard stand up and paint me (paint me anything) Any face that you wanted me to be See, we're damned by the existential moment Where we saw the couple in the coma And it was we who were the cliche But we carried on anyway So sure I can just close my eyes Yeah, sure, trace and memorize But can you go back once you know?
You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all
If I'm the person that you think I am Clueless chump you seem to think I am So easily led astray, an arid dog who occasionally escapes and needs a shorter leash then Why the fuck would you want me back? Maybe it's because...
You don't know me at all You don't know me, you don't know me
So what I'm trying to say is What I'm trying to tell you is not going to come out like I want to say it Cause I know you'll only change it Say it
You don't know me You don't know me at all You don't know me You don't know me at all
Compositor: Benjamin Scott Folds (Folds Ben) ECAD: Obra #15464910 Fonograma #11024259