Maria Mena - 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 spend

No, it's not you, it's me
And it's not us, it's them
Sure it's not her
It's the way she moves you
But she kisses harder than me
She kisses harder than me I always looked in through your glasses
But all I could see
Is the specter 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 tongue you see
Oh, this might take a while

No, it's not you, it's me
And it's not us, it's them
Sure it's not her
It's the way she moves you
But she kisses harder than me
She kisses harder than me