I feel misread enough...

Awareness of the social ramifications of telling someone further up the totem pole of overlordery to mind their own business and then some, it's a source of constant marvel to me that intellectual activity devoid of social climbing or some other agenda involving the trifecta of money, status, and power, is somehow strange and disconcerting. I suppose it's generally threatening to the social order, as are alliances formed among the peons because heaven forbid they start thinking. That's so weird. 

These kinds of things seem normal, in a birds of a feather kind of way. We all tend to gravitate towards those with whom we share something in common, be it beach books or sports or subculture, so is it really so surprising? I wish I could say what I feel but know that wouldn't be a good idea on so many levels. In a way it seems tragic to get a glimpse into someone's world and see it be so incredibly small.

Oh Mia, you sing it so much better than I ever could... 

Well I don't need your social love, no
I feel misread enough
And what repels me
Is the fact that you're smiling
Walking on by, walking on by
Yeah when it hits me
See it still gets kinda heavy
Yeah when it's laying there over
It's wide open and read

I don't need your social crap
You head iron sleep boys
I can see, what repels me
Is your pretentious stare
You never look me in the eye
Or feel the truth
Yeah when it hits me
I see you still gets kinda heavy
Yeah when it's laying there over
It's wide open and read

I don't need your social love
I already feel misread enough
And what repels me
Is the fact that you smile
When you're walking all back
There's a connection to be made
It's something you always crave
And now that it's over
Hell, I'd set that fire that you know you like
And now when it hits me
See it still gets kinda heavy
Yeah when it's laying there over
It's wide open and read
How dare you?