they don’t know you like i do

 

i saw the fear in your eyes

i watched her tell her lies

you said you could handle it

(later you asked me to drive home)

 

you taught me stick

i already forget

but your hand grasp around the wheel

(well that i always keep in mind)

 

i know if someone

spoke my name to you

you’d freeze up and say

‘i’m sorry, who?’

 

i see right through you

(i always have)

 

Author

amanda.gladstone@ucalgary.ca
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