Text: Maria Mena. Mellow. Your Glasses.

What could you possibly see in me
is 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

its not you
its me
its 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
is the spector 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 tip of my tonge you see
oh this might take a while

and its not you it's me
and its not us, it's them
sure its 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 Icould see
is the spector of me reflected
the empty shell of me