haven’t been on here in sooo long

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember

You can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

[Kimbra:]
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
But I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

[Gotye:]
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
And you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

[x2]
Somebody
(I used to know)
Somebody
(Now you’re just somebody that I used to know)

(I used to know)
(That I used to know)
(I used to know)
Somebody

she’s got a bumper like a billboard covered in stickers of her favorite band. she’s got a handful of records that she turns to when she needs to land. she’s a saturday night parade through the streets that all eyes come to see, including me.

she carries memories around like souveniers down in her pockets. she should have let some go by now but can’t seem to drop it. says forgiveness ain’t nothing but a lifeless tire on the shoulder of her soul, that never rolls.

for as much as she’s stumbled, she’s running. for as much as she runs, she’s still here. always hoping to find something quicker than heaven. and make the damage of her days disappear, just like Guinevere. oh just like Guinevere.

she don’t hold on to nothing new, for very long. yeah she’ll right you in as just one more tale and then you’re gone. ‘cause she once fell hard ‘cause she dropped her guard, and no one gets to stay. it’s just too late

for as much as she’s stumbled, she’s running. for as much as she runs she’s still here, always hoping to find something quicker than heaven. and make the damage of her days disappear, just like Guinevere. oh just like Guinevere.