And then suddenly I’m you
which means you see right through me.
You see I’m scared to choose.
Scared to say the things I have to say
again and again.
I‘ll say it again:

No one knows.
No one knows.
No one knows.

How do you stand it?

Remember the good times?
The clouds where we lived?
We’ve moved so far
from the good times now.
(Yet somehow,
someone surely remains…)

Every once 
in a while 
I will have coffee 
with the you I used to know.
We smile and talk
about who we used to be.