The Musician Doesn't Get The Guy Lyrics

I am an anti-charming ranting guesser of things that are usually false

A social-romantically paranoid mind listening to The Else

Ease some of my stature to the slate I think he'll like

Magnetic to the wrong people, same-pulled repulsion to the right

There's a thought in my mind sticking in there like a pin

'People project what you think that they think of you

I cannot let that happen with him.'

He approaches me and smiles

But I think I read him wrong

The musician doesn't get the guy

They write a sad love song

The story is the same

And the events are on the dot

The petals split between 'He loves me' and 'He loves me not'

Now is when the rain stops; seasonal depression

Context clues, fixations on Those who keep me guessin'

I literally look up to him, reading comprehension flat

It was just an act of kindness, he doesn't want me like that

There's a thought in my mind sticking in there like a pin

People project what you think that they think of you

I cannot let that happen with him

He approaches me and smiles

But I think I read him wrong

The musician doesn't get the guy

They write a sad love song

The story is the same

And the events are on the dot

The petals split between 'He loves me' and 'He loves me not'

Andalusian Cadence

Testing all my patience

I have much better things to do than string myself along

"Who do you think of when you listen to love songs?"

He approaches me and smiles

But I think I read him wrong

The musician doesn't get the guy

They write a sad love song

The story is the same

And the events are on the dot

The petals split between 'He loves me' and 'He loves me not'

Wanting the only person who doesn't want me

Smiling wide for the first time in a while

Feeling free

But feeling free for one-sided reasons

It'd be better if it were any other season