Not Like Me - Later

I read my own into yours

I see skies where you see floors

Did you notice that the hills you climbed were my hips?

The call you missed was my lips

You take pictures

On the centre, I’m the same

But none of that is true

None of that is true

Did you not hear the news?

I’m not like me when I’m with you

The lights around my eyes you read as roads

That lead you to me when you don’t want to be alone

But the more I want, the less you give

Is that what I led you to believe?

This here is a mystery

What I say and what you hear

Makes you think I really don’t care

But I’m telling you, it’s a mystery

You take pictures

On the centre, I’m the same

But none of that is true (It's not true)

I take pictures of

On the centre I’m no saint

Did you not hear the news?

I’m not like me when I’m with you