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Subtext Read, Nothing New - Of Montreal
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
Ok o but what can I how
I wasn't created just for you
Not just for you
