Dissembler Songtext
von Woodhands

When did you begin to dissemble?
When did I begin to resemble you?
Oh, you must remember when you disassembled me
I guess I just hate the way you make me feel
Non-real, don′t cry, consume me
And I'll resume the fear in being free

You played it right, you made up for those 20 and 16
My 20 and 8, my 20 and 8, there′s still so much that I'm missing
I did you wrong, you keep on insisting
When it was always you who was going to cease and desist me

And despite your call to wait
And despite this glittering hate
I still remember when all it took was my touch
I guess you can't take the way I make you feel
Too much, that′s fine, I′m gone
I doubled me and murdered myself in my sleep


You played it right, you made up for those 20 and 16
My 20 and 8, my 20 and 8, there's still so much that I′m missing
I did you wrong, you keep on insisting
When it was always you who was going to cease and desist me

You played it right, you made up for those 20 and 16
My 20 and 8, my 20 and 8, there's still so much that I′m missing
I did you wrong, you keep on insisting
When it was always you who was going to cease and desist me

I'm your 1980, your adolescent baby
Double me and see if you can change me
One or the other, it′s just a little rearranging
We both do well in bed, so why not exchange me?
I'm your 1980, your adolescent baby
It echoes from my double, but this trouble won't shame me
So go ahead and frame me, go ahead and frame me
You can double date me, trouble leaves you shaking

It′s a trouble of your making
It′s a trouble of your making
It's a trouble of your making
It′s a trouble of your making