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