a backwards glance in a borrowed dress   the taste of something imprecise   what’s the story there? what’d you want to go there for?   what did you think you’d find?   what do you think you’ll find without me   calling from far away   and you looking for what to say   but you will never be so free   if you want to know the truth about you   the smallest hands can still ring necks   some things i never will get straight   what’s the story there?   what’d you want to go there for?   what did you think you’d find?   what do you think you’ll find without me   always unhappy, always dark   always the last one to the start   and how you made it look so easy   i just want to know the truth about you   and how you made it look so easy   what did you want from me?   you cannot remember   what did you hope you’d see   could it have been better?   what did you think about when you thought about me   i will never know the truth about you…