Losing Sense from Vomit by Bobagem

I cut my hair so I could get away with telling myself I ain't a narcissist, but it didn't work.
I changed my name so the people wouldn't say
"i know you and the games you played all day."
But it's the same when somebody wants to know you,
they won't always ask. They sit and watch from a distance,
Let the interest pass you by.

I put my love in a jukebox, baby
I crank it up and act aloof to be sure you know that I just don't care
what you think when you're not beside me
where you go when i'm not in your thoughts, and you're on your own

when somebody wants to know you, they don't always ask
they sit and watch from a distance, let the interest pass you by

I once felt powerful, now I can see it was illusion
once, i was a little more keen to prove it
a sense of losing sense, of bumpers bent, of pennies spent
viewing the entrails of my love

i cut my hair so i could get away with telling myself i ain't a narcissist
but it didnt work
i changed the locks and i lost the key, now
i knew you wouldn't believe me if you could
you know, i think that's good

when somebody wants to know you, they won't always ask
they sit and watch from a distance, let the interest pass you by

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