Misread

I like the way you talk about yourself

As if you're someone else

I like the way you smile when you're so proud

Of something you did yourself

Today your head is down

Your mind is somewhere else

I hate the way you talk about yourself

When you're feeling down

I hate the way you talk

About me to your friends

They tell me everything

You may as well tell to my face

I love the way we talk

To try to fill the space

I hate the way we try to hide the things

We really want to say

Have I misread the way I feel about you?

Have I misread the way I feel about you?

Have I misread the way I feel about you?

Have I misread the way I feel about you?

Have I misread the way I feel about you?

Have I misread the way I feel about you?