Even though I can't read your mind
I still sometimes can see it in your eyes
That you're not really too curious about what makes me tick
But of course, that's only one side, though
And you are very serious and sincere in your own way

And even though sometimes it's true
People try to play games with you
Usually you won't have to play
Just wander off on your own way
This might even kind of trip them out
Get them wondering what it's all about
If you're like me you might just sit around
Screw yourself in the ground
To pay for your misanthropic, defensive, self-righteous smile

Even though I can't read your mind
I still sometimes can see it in your eyes
That you're not really too worried about what makes me who I am
Some goes on ahead, some waits behind
I saw you stand on the sidelines criticizing

And even though sometimes it's true
People try to play games with you
Usually you won't have to play
Just wander off on your own way
This might even kind of trip them out
Get them wondering what it's all about
If you're like me you might just sit around
Screw yourself in the ground
To pay for your misanthropic, defensive, self-righteous smile

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Writer(s): Brad Loughead, Josh Salter, Nigel Chapman, Seamus Dalton