[00:18.32]What you did to me made me see myself
[00:22.18]Something different
[00:27.11]And though I try to talk sense to myself
[00:30.40]But I just won't listen
[00:35.97]Won't you go away, turn yourself in
[00:39.17]You're no good at confession
[00:44.69]Before the image that you burned me in
[00:48.02]Tries to teach you a lesson
[00:53.84]What you did to me made me see myself
[00:57.69]Something awful
[01:02.50]A voice once stentorian is now again
[01:06.50]Meek and muffled
[01:11.36]It took me such a long time to get back up
[01:14.97]The first time you did it
[01:20.15]I spent all I had to get it back, and now it seems
[01:24.00]I've been out-bidded
[01:29.78]My peace and quiet was stolen from me
[01:37.86]When I was looking with calm affection
[01:42.28]You were searching out my imperfections
[01:46.84]What wasted unconditional love
[01:55.63]On somebody
[01:58.73]Who doesn't believe in the stuff
[02:22.10]You came upon me like a hypnic jerk
[02:25.40]When I was just about settled
[02:29.85]And when it counts, you recoil with a cryptic word
[02:34.47]And leave a love belittled
[02:38.43]Oh what a cold and common old way to go
[02:48.62]When I was feeding on the need for you to know me
[02:53.11]Devastated at the rate you fell below me
[02:57.63]What wasted unconditional love
[03:06.46]On somebody
[03:09.49]Who doesn't believe in the stuff
[03:14.31]Oh, well

What you did to me made me see myself
Something different
And though I try to talk sense to myself
But I just won't listen
Won't you go away, turn yourself in
You're no good at confession
Before the image that you burned me in
Tries to teach you a lesson
What you did to me made me see myself
Something awful
A voice once stentorian is now again
Meek and muffled
It took me such a long time to get back up
The first time you did it
I spent all I had to get it back, and now it seems
I've been out-bidded
My peace and quiet was stolen from me
When I was looking with calm affection
You were searching out my imperfections
What wasted unconditional love
On somebody
Who doesn't believe in the stuff
You came upon me like a hypnic jerk
When I was just about settled
And when it counts, you recoil with a cryptic word
And leave a love belittled
Oh what a cold and common old way to go
When I was feeding on the need for you to know me
Devastated at the rate you fell below me
What wasted unconditional love
On somebody
Who doesn't believe in the stuff
Oh, well