Cold as the Clay

It seems you're used to things Being a certain way You're here to pull my strings But I'm cold as the clay Quit tugging at my sleeve I don't wanna go I'm not so naive Well... not anymore I'm no longer who you think But you feel just the same I'm sure in a while you will Make this all about you again Quit tugging at my sleeve I don't wanna go I'm not so naive Well... not anymore Quit tugging at my sleeve I don't wanna go I'm not so naive Well... not anymore