Woodhands - Dissembler lyrics

When did you begin to dissemble When did I begin to resemble you Oh you must remember when you disa**embled me I guess I just hate the way you make me feel Not real, don't cry, consume me And I'll resume feeling being free You played it right, you made up for those twentieth sixty My twenty and eight, my twenty and eight There's still so much that I'm missing I did you wrong you keep on insisting When it was always you was going to cease and desist me And despite you're called away And despite this glimmering 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 And doubled me, and murdered myself in my sleep You played it right, you made up for those twentieth sixty My twenty and eight, my twenty and eight There's still so much that I'm missing I did you wrong you keep on insisting When it was always you 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 the trouble of your making It's the trouble of your making It's the trouble of your making It's the trouble of your making