you could've rubbed me out and filled in the blanks you're the one that wants to be the one to thank but my body up and left me while i was waiting to be filled in
i'm someone else i'm not myself i'm someone else i'm not myself i'm someone else i haven't been seen so i'm not myself
a light bulb went off in my head suddenly i'm none of the things you said did my body up and leave me? or did someone finally fill me? (oh!) i still feel like a fake i still have to lie still feel like a fake like i could disappear befroe your eyes
you could've rubbed me out you could've rubbed me out you could've rubbed me out you could've rubbed me out
the muscle in your handshake puts the punchline to your jokes but your voice don't fill your throat and i won't fall to pieces like you think you can't cure me or write me off with a wink you can't even catch me
Compositores: Steven Paul Smith, Neil Gust, Brandt Gustav Peterson, Tony Lash ECAD: Obra #45539813