My mind is like a piece of rubber;
versatile like lime green flubber,
constantly thinking one thing or another
like Bluetooth, set to go discover.
And I always think outside the box,
looking for ways to unlock these locks,
looking for a place to unload my glock,
mind bullets, as hard as rock.
Killer thoughts from a broad perspective,
acting methodically, whilst sensibly reflective.
Covering my tracks so I'm not suspected;
I'm the mastermind, criminal and the detective.
And to top it all off, you can't see me coming;
I'm disguised by grace and manipulative cunning.
I smile like a friend 'n walk by humming
whilst, tentatively, you just sit there drumming.
I ain’t never gonna let you in to this mind -
what's in this head is just mine;
what's in yours, is yours not mine.
I don't ask about yours all the time.
'A penny for your thoughts, James, how about a dime?'
But you wouldn't understand them, I think in rhyme.
Sometimes I wake up to you gazing at me,
wondering what's behind my eyes you see;
you're afraid to ask, in case I turn skitzy,
'cos you know deep down you mistreated me.
I’ll never be the guy that's completely see through;
I'll hold things back, just to protect you.
It's the only way I have left to respect you
Because if you knew about half the things I've done,
the two of us would surely be none.
I forgave you once for sleeping with one...
...at least, I said I did;
inside, we are done.
For what you don't see behind these eyes
is hidden away behind my disguise
of a funny guy who's fun and tries
to make everyone else laugh, not cry.
But the shadow in my eyes ain’t no sty;
I never got over you and that guy.
I'll never get over you and that guy,
no matter how hard I think and try.
So when you lay in bed and say you love me,
the hidden truth is dark and ugly.
My way to forgive was to seek revenge;
unfaithful, but careful, with one of your friends.
Whereas I don't know if, when you did wrong,
you had the respect to put a condom on;
make the guy you chose wear a rubber john,
in the heat of the moment
when you claimed you were gone.
You say it wasn't planned 'n was just something quick;
you just jumped on this guys unprotected dick?
You could’a got anything from that guy’s prick;
could’a brought home many things that made us sick -
a real dumb move for someone not thick
and yet I'm the one with on the bad guilt trip.
You wouldn't have told me if I hadn't found out;
you said you would have, but that I doubt.
You can't just look at me, doe-eyed, and pout;
I trust you not, thus you have no clout.
