You you you can see through walls   refuse my calls   it’s all the same to me      you you you can count on me   to never see   your little fantasies      our lack of history is what keeps me alive   be it far from you to ask me why why why      are you so shy   you made me cry   and you’ll never know      to get inside   that’s a question of mine   I need to find the places I could never go      it worries me that I don’t see myself outside   through the eyes of someone I already know      look on the ______   it’s already healed itself   so now you hold my hands up to the blade      same old shit   different year   it’s great to hear   the things you can’t control      day by day   I obsess (assess)   and reassess entire situations      it’s fine by me   you just let me know what you decide   be it far from me to ask you why