Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Now you're just somebody that I used to know

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 get 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 Well I said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over But I'll admit now 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 But I treat you like a stranger
And that feels so rough and it feels so good
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 and then I think of all the times you screwed me over

But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
And 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...

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
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

Somebody

I used to know
Somebody
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
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...

Lyrics by Gotye. It fits THAT good. I like it so hard when this song is beeing played when I'm driving to work or home.

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