someone is mistaking me for you, but i dont notice anymore, until they reveal secrets from your past, but i don't notice anymore. Go get proof, or something else that i can't refuse (they got some reservations about your hesitations but they don't mean anything). When i come through and see the truth, you'll stay through summer, you're crushed by air. sharpen the axe and do the dance of death, give me your keys in case you don't come back.