You Me At Six

I guess now is a good time to tell the truth
The pedigree I carry will swallow you
I am not what you are
I am flawless in every way
Birds eye view
I'm watching you
Sad sad sight for the sore sore eyes and a headache for the weakest of
minds
you got the boys the boys all tongue tied, but I know they're wasting
their time
Go
Go
You can the ghost in my hall
You can be the smile I don't want
I will be the fly on your wall
You can be the distance in between
You can be everything I need
You will be the girl I don't call
Oh just imagine what I thought when I opened up that door
It was a million things to one
and Oh just imagine what they'll think
When they see me lead you north
hell they'll be loosing sleep
you're wrong
Wrong