You Don't Know Me by Ben Folds with Regina Spektor

this song smacked me exactly where i am standing.

You Don't Know Me

i wanna ask you:
do you ever sit and wonder,
it's so strange
that we could be together for so long
and never know, never care
what goes on in the other one's head?

things i felt but i never said...
you said things that i never said.
so i'll say something that i should have said
long ago:

you don't know me.
you don't know me at all.

you could have just propped me up
on the table like a mannequin
or a cardboard stand-up and paint me
(anything):
any face that you wanted me to be seen.
we're damned by the existensial moment where
we were the couple in the coma
and it was: we were the cliche
but we carried on anyway.

so sure i could just close my eyes.
yeah, sure-- trace and memorize.
but can you go back once you know?

you don't know me.
you don't know me at all.

if i'm the person that you think i am:
the clueless chump you seem to think i am:
so easily led astray,
an errant dog who occasionally escapes and
needs a shorter leash, then
why would you want me back?

you don't know me.
you don't know me at all.

so what i'm trying to say is--
what?
i'm trying to tell you--
it's not gonna come out like i wanna say it
cause i know you'll only change it--
say it.

you don't know me.
you don't know me at all.