I hate people who think they "knew me when"
 As if I was once true and now am false
 A personality is a progression
 Some wild twisting beast that never stops escaping from itself
 
 In the ghetto of winter
 I traced my hand on a placemat
 Drew your face with my eyes closed
 Pretended I was eating with my favorite author
 Pretending I was making him laugh
 
 I just don't know how to feel
 I just don't feel
 But I wouldn't even notice
 No, I wouldn't have any reason to care
 If not for your complaint
 I know that I make you unhappy
 But what can I do?
 I wasn't created just for you
 Not just for you