I met myself on the crowded floor last night Not the one who pays the bills, the one who lives in light They moved like they'd rehearsed this scene for weeks Same face, same smile, but no cracks in the cheeks Who are you? Who are you? You wore my jacket but it's far too clean No crease, no sleeves, no coffee stain I've seen You laughed on cue when the baseline hit Like every moment was a perfect fit People called your name but not my own You showed it at the handle from my phone You turned away and I watched from the side Wondering which of us was more alive I used to think that we were mostly the same Just a brighter filter on the frame But the longer that I stood there in your skin The more I felt the real me wearing thin [Verse 2] You post for strangers underneath on arcs Every flash we wrote you into sparks I saw my fears turned into little hearts Pinned on screens like museum parts You whispered secrets that I never shared But they sounded good with colored hair Every sentence had a perfect bend No half-truths, no need to mend I used to hope that you would carry my pain Turn it into something worth the fame But the longer that I watched you steal my name The more it felt like we don't want the same Who are you? Who are you? So I walked outside to where the streetlights hum No strobes, no filters, just the city numb
