pretty new shirt's a little long in the cuff,
can't wash it out, can't hang it up.
can't bring myself just to throw it away,
oh well, it'll suit me someday.
maybe it'll suit me someday.

stop looking at me so i can see myself.
is that really me? i look like someone else.

been a little while since i sang you a song.
i shut it up so i won't get it wrong.
i won't lie, i still have some dumb stuff to say--
guess i'm pretty lucky that way.
yes, i guess i'm pretty lucky that way.

stop listening to me, so i can hear myself.
is that really me? i sound like someone else.

my voice is a megaphone, my face is a circus mirror.
i calm down when i'm alone, and i get a little clearer.

i don't have a mind, just a brain and a head,
can't make it up, can't have it read.
it'll change but i feel it'll stay the same
bunch of memory attached to a name.

stop thinking of me, so i can think myself.
is that really me? i think i'm someone else.