Yes, You're Busted

will you call me a genius when i write down all my 
fears? when i'm locked in my 
room all day trying to sound 
like it's been years? and 
when i exaggerate to make the 
meaning count, will you count 
on me or will you count me 
out? we have stopped to 
admire the ones who don't wash their clothes. that 
narrow their glance at the 
dance but soften their eyes 
for shows. what a big 
surprise, the end of the 
night, the sets for you. 
you're not sure if you know 
him, but he wants you to 
think that you do.