The Pick

What are you trying to do?
You think I’m you
Behind your analytical glow
You’re just as slow
Despite your put on childlike disposition
I dare to speak my mind
Met with misunderstanding
A blank stare says that nothing’s going on
There must be something going on
And what I’m doing can’t be good
False curl
Spending no more time on this
Just a thought
You think a song energy
You think a song false modesty
You think a song like a phony heartbreak
Not me I’ve got more