Average Whiteboy
Bluelighter
You know I hate it when a potential significant other decides to pick my brain
Driving me insane, pulling all of my nerves but missing my veins
Stressing me out, driving me up a wall
Asking me, "if you didn’t want to talk, then why did you call?"
I want to talk, but I don’t want to talk about what you’re talking about, and you know it
I’m giving you a chance so, please don’t blow it
I’m not perfect; I’ve got issues, so do you
I don’t know why you insist on looking for my faults, rather than my virtues
I’m not your ex-boyfriend my intent is not to hurt you
I just want a female friend and if it becomes more then that so be it
I see a caged spirit and I just want to free it
I know what you need cause you’ve told me
It’s easy enough to tell I can see it in your eyes they’re screaming, "hold me!"
But you have no idea; this friendship could be so much more
But you’d rather pick at old sores, looking for the future in the past
Ignoring the present, not seeing me
But your ideology of what you thought might be me
After my first couple of impressions, when I showed you no interest
And refused to conform, and alienating you in the process
It’s because I walk a different path from the so called set standards or norm
Inside of me rages a storm, every time you pick my brain to see how I tick
Probing my mind, looking for clues, like a young boy with a stick
Poking a dead dog, shaking out the contents of an empty log
Afraid that something might attack him, there’s no reason to be afraid of me
I vent my anger through my poetry, keeping me
At a fairly consistent ease, off edge
But this constant picking of my brain is pushing me over the ledge
Do I ask you about things that visibly upset you?
And if I do, do you, ever see me repeat
Or keep asking the question till your answers meet
A preset requirement I had in my head, set in my mind
That if you can’t see you must be blind
Must you analyze everything I say, for deeper meanings?
Not taking anything I say at face value
How you, manage to persistently ride my bad side
Is beyond my comprehension
But you keep at it and I’m putting you on permanent detention
I won’t want you to speak to me, or otherwise acknowledge me
And at that time I won’t care if you consider me an outcast to society
It's okay though, I'm tired of trying, in my mind I'm already grown
I don't need anybody else, I can handle everything on my own
No Love for me...
Driving me insane, pulling all of my nerves but missing my veins
Stressing me out, driving me up a wall
Asking me, "if you didn’t want to talk, then why did you call?"
I want to talk, but I don’t want to talk about what you’re talking about, and you know it
I’m giving you a chance so, please don’t blow it
I’m not perfect; I’ve got issues, so do you
I don’t know why you insist on looking for my faults, rather than my virtues
I’m not your ex-boyfriend my intent is not to hurt you
I just want a female friend and if it becomes more then that so be it
I see a caged spirit and I just want to free it
I know what you need cause you’ve told me
It’s easy enough to tell I can see it in your eyes they’re screaming, "hold me!"
But you have no idea; this friendship could be so much more
But you’d rather pick at old sores, looking for the future in the past
Ignoring the present, not seeing me
But your ideology of what you thought might be me
After my first couple of impressions, when I showed you no interest
And refused to conform, and alienating you in the process
It’s because I walk a different path from the so called set standards or norm
Inside of me rages a storm, every time you pick my brain to see how I tick
Probing my mind, looking for clues, like a young boy with a stick
Poking a dead dog, shaking out the contents of an empty log
Afraid that something might attack him, there’s no reason to be afraid of me
I vent my anger through my poetry, keeping me
At a fairly consistent ease, off edge
But this constant picking of my brain is pushing me over the ledge
Do I ask you about things that visibly upset you?
And if I do, do you, ever see me repeat
Or keep asking the question till your answers meet
A preset requirement I had in my head, set in my mind
That if you can’t see you must be blind
Must you analyze everything I say, for deeper meanings?
Not taking anything I say at face value
How you, manage to persistently ride my bad side
Is beyond my comprehension
But you keep at it and I’m putting you on permanent detention
I won’t want you to speak to me, or otherwise acknowledge me
And at that time I won’t care if you consider me an outcast to society
It's okay though, I'm tired of trying, in my mind I'm already grown
I don't need anybody else, I can handle everything on my own
No Love for me...
