Well Read

Okay, I'll bite I am doing this out of the goodness of my own life I am trying to make something somebody might like I am convincing a stranger I'm a nice guy Okay, four eyes Oh be it far from me to keep you up nights I am whispering a secret like a guideline Maybe something that you have is rightfully mine And it's not of this earth, is it yet? Oh, that someone like you could be made to Write something sad as it gets Smiling so sweetly, I think I'm just well read I'm just well read If it's okay I'll be singing something I know is true, but I can't say And I'll be thinking awful things to keep my face straight While trying to make it feel like it isn't the male gaze And I know it's strange But it's finally starting to make sense And it takes shape And I'm not even older than you I'm still in your age range Well all I'm trying to do is say you're right And it's not of this earth, is it yet? Oh, that someone like you could be made to Write something sad as it gets Smiling so sweetly, I think I'm just well read I'm just well read Oh, I know it might be Just kind of awful Just kind of strange Oh, I know it might be Just kind of awful Just kind of And it's not of this earth, is it yet? Oh, that someone like you could be made to Write something sad as it gets Smiling so sweetly, I think I'm just well read I'm just well read I'm just well read I'm just well read Just kind of