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