Rise over run, things are heading south Open foot and insert mouth Just when I think I understand you Your body language lets me know I don't have a club
Say what you're really thinking I don't want to hear what I want to hear Say what you're really thinking Won't you shoot me straight for once?
So I'll write this tautology Just to let you know what you mean to me But somewhere it'd get lost in translation I take another dose of miscommunication