It’s funny how I’ve gotten to know you
(The real you)
Since the moment I decided I did not.

It’s strange that I feel close to you
(The real you)
Now that we spend less time together.

It’s odd how I can tell just what you
(The real you)
Is thinking, and block right out what you
Say.

And it’s quite frightening, darling,
That I understand you
(The real you)
Better than I know myself
(Who?).