Your Glasses

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 spent

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
Well, 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
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

[vocalizations]

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