notes on a sit

Send me away with your left hand Write me back with your right Accusatory correspondence Cut you off, well I just might I seem to know you better than you think These notes hold too much space between the lines You say you see me standing on the brink You'd never even notice my disguise And too much knowledge Ooh, ooh, ooh Is a dangerous thing You compare ourselves to a compass You say our love is like vibrations in a ring Perfect, isomeric, and symmetric I am autumn, you are spring But you don't really know that much about me Despite your blue-green analyzing eyes They change their shade to match your personality A color that betrays an honest smile And too much knowledge Ooh, ooh, ooh Is a dangerous thing So next time you stretch to write a letter Don't predict which way the wind will blow Don't try to nullify these insecurities of mine Maybe think about what you really know Now tell me what you figured out about me When you sat me down below those blinding lights You find this vivisection a necessity You jacked me up with ether just to find That too much knowledge Ooh, ooh, ooh Is a dangerous thing