Well listen to this little thought:
Stepping in front of me
Practicing your model walk
I must admit-despite myself
You have a remarkably nice behind
I try to ignore it while running to catch up
Because you always seem to leave me
But now I realize Samantha wears neat socks
And you stole your secrets from down the stairs
Where they sale plastic smiles and counterfeit dreams
You're trying to play smart now
So you can ignore me later.
I'm calling your bluff-And walking away
For even in your goddamn world of make believe
You'll never be as deep as me.