tell me, do you like me?
now that i'm you?
now that i've taken the skip from my stride
and the sweater muzzled slouching repose?

i've dropped the slang and never swear,
i heard once you didn't like it.

tell me, do you like me?
now that i'm you?
now that i disregard those i don't want to see
and turned my back on those who need me?

i've droped the ball you left behind,
i heard you say it wasn't yours to carry.