if you could read my mind,
it wouldn't be a pretty sight
the point has come and gone,
and when it does it always comes out wrong
sometimes I stare straight at the sun,
sometimes I forget to fill my lungs,
and I forget the words to my own songs
what more am I to say
you wouldn't believe me anyway
well I guess it's up to me, everything's been a guess lately
and I've always had my doubts,
but not enough to say anything out loud
you wouldn't believe me anyway
it's either too trivial or overblown,
for me to tell you what's going on,
and our time's too short to explain
even if I had the guts to say
you wouldn't believe me anyway
you'll miss the point I'm trying to make
you wouldn't believe me anyway