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I don't know who I am, when you're sleeping with her ◀ Sunday, November 27, 2011

So this is the end of you and me, we had a good run and I'm setting you free to do as you want, to do as you please without me.

Remember when you were my boat and I was your sea? Together we'd float so delicately, but that was back when we could talk about anything.

'Cause I don't know who I am when you're running circles in my head. And I don't know just who you are when you're sleeping in someone else's bed.

Three whole words and eight letters late and that would have worked on me yesterday. We're not the same, I wish that could change but it can't.

And I'll say your name and in the same breath, I'll say something that I'll grow to regret so keep your hands on your chest and sing with me that we don't wanna believe.

So it's true what they say if you love someone, you should set them free. Oh, it's true what they say when you throw it away.

I don't know who you are.