I Know Your Names - Copycat #copycat #darkpop #darkpopmusic #beyourself #cheerio Lyrics: You thought you could wear my skin But your newest surface cracks again - and there’s nothing within No spark, no soul, just borrowed lines A mannequin dressed in someone else’s shine Oh, oh, oh, oh Are you a skater or the witch tonight Which costume wins your latest fight You flip between the labels like a cheap disguise Picking up offences, playing minority by trial Oh, I had a doctor’s appointment - and you had it too I make music now? Wow, you make music too I wear black - and so do you Even your eyes changed to green? Wow, how true Crying misunderstood while you aim your blame Pointing fingers, playing hurt, playing fame But I keep my people close - years, not a day I don’t need your drama to prove my way You wanted me up all night, stuck with you on the phone Not with my man I fell for your tricks once, but I’m done with that plan You pulled the night till five, trying to bend me whole I’m done with your trap I won’t pay the toll Are you 1% this, 1% that - genetic badges for your show The percentage you’re lacking: personality, moral spine, and soul You beg with tears in public light, sell sorrow for a stare Digital hearts and open wounds - attention everywhere You call it loneliness, you call it pain But longing for an audience means you’re faking rain I won’t be dragged into the need of your disguise I see right through the post, the pose, the lies You wanted me up all night, stuck with you on the phone Not with my man I fell for your tricks once, but I’m done with that plan You pulled the night till five, trying to bend me whole I’m done with your trap I won’t pay the toll Stay small, stay hollow - steal somebody’s name Pretend you’re rising, but you’re playing someone’s game I won’t feed your hunger for the spotlight’s glow Go hunt your validation elsewhere - shu-shu-go I don’t track your art I don’t keep tabs on you I wish you well Be famous if that’s what you choose But keep your drama off my porch Keep your thunder on the street You’re not the center of my world You’re not the beat You wanted me awake all night, trapped on the phone Not with my man I fell for your scheme once, but I won’t again You kept me up till five, twisting the night to your control I’m done with your trap I won’t pay the toll You can rebrand, change your act - but it’s all flat You live for a pat on the back - imagine that I am not your audience I am not your act Goodbye, Temu W. Cheerio, Copycat - @iknowyournames