Don't know
you think you
know me like yourself
but I fear
that you're only telling me
what I wanna hear
but do you give a damn?
understand
that I can't
not be what I am
I'm not the milk
and cheerios in your spoon
it's not that simple here we go not so soon
I might have fallen for that
when I was fourteen
in a little morph green
but it's amazing what
a couple of years can mean