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 then me, oh she kisses harder than me      And I'll always look in through your glasses   But all I could see, is the spector 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 awhile      No 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 then me, oh she kisses harder than me.      And I'll always look in through your glasses   But all I could see, is the spector of me reflected   The empty shell of me, the empty shell of me      Ooh, ooh, ahh, me   Ooh, ooh, me   Ooh, ooh, me   Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh      And I'll always look in through your glasses   But all I could see, was the spector 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 spector of me reflected   The empty shell of me, the empty shell of me