Takes notes from a movie box Make a list of what I need Remember who you are,
remember who you are But then, I can't feel good about anything And just when i
get something started I read or hear something, that makes me forget My
confidence or honesty What are my motives are they selfless enough, Are they
righteous, righteous enough? Then before I get started, I get all fucked up Can't
get sick of thinking about meaning or language or anything that gets me hot Make
up who you are, it makes up who you are Then I found myself dancing alone in
my room I was writing in my journal, playing records When i felt my shoulders
slide from side to side I found the bass in my hips Being alone brings courage and
strength of mind Take off your shirt and watch TV Remember who you are, and
make up who you are But then I just want a public place Where girls can meet
each others stare Sometimes that;s what it takes just to know you're alive To feel
yourself burning just from some girl's stare My that's a strange costume Slip your
fingers under my belt Put up signs to make up who you are Send out signals
telling who you are Transmit messages about who you are No matter who you are
