Me, myself and Mike [(38), (39), (40) and (41)]

(38)

I like to play games
In the morning
J'enfile la vie des autres
A défaut d'enfiler
Their skins
I fancy myself in their clothes.

(39)

My mind went in a single curve around and around

Your face

I thought it might hurt

Yet it didn't

It was smoother than I thought

First

Thinking of that makes me happy

Or does it?

Where were you when I waited

I thought

You might end up forgiving me

Yet what about me?

I don't forget easily

I try to smile

But it hurts to fake it again and again

And Again.

(40)

You never show me what you think

Is it blue I wonder sometimes

Is it round ?

You never show me around your mind

It makes me curious and I laugh

It makes me serious and sad

Why don't you talk a little more

And tell me what it is you're expecting.

Why won't you set me free if you

Don't want to talk with me.

Or is it the game I thought I played

Getting back at me?

I wonder how it ended like this

Me and you

You and me.

(41)

Knowing what you think

Would that make it easier?

But I don't

Staring straight into your eyes

What should I see?

Isn't it strange, we thought getting in touch was simple

But I don't touch you

You don't?

Hurt me

If you like step onto me

Maybe I'll get to know you then

Pain

Would that make it easier?

Staring straight into your face

What should I feel?

Tired

I'll fake it

Away

Will you see through?

Me, myself, and

You?

Of course I'm on my own

Again, I'm on my own

Thinking through this blank afternoon

Don't you!

We're selfish

We're fake

Only

Me, myself and Mike.