You know me through my girlfriend, the one that I’m so nice with, the one that likes me like this.
Sitting at your table, talking with my mouthful, heterosexual.
Identity twist.
I want to be your orphan, your lonely Siamese twin, sharing all your organs.
I want to be your parasite, living off of your spite, forever in all white.
Identity Twist.
I confess I was a has-been, before I ever began, this very morning.
I confess I buried my name, in a tin-can, waiting on a slow train.
Identity twist.
The move is just like the twist, forget who you are and make it up too quick.
Identity twist.