One Slip

One slip One slip of the tongue And you're ultimately too conversational One tip I dip and I run Cause you don't know when to stop Too cold Too bold, and you scare me Your pointed stare and your gaze Too bold I'm told if you dare me And I don't know when to stop I don't know when to stop It's a matter of balance It's communication through the eyes And while I lack balance, Yours bore into my forehead It's a matter of the shades you wear And the mask I try to stick on I can't see what you're thinking under there There's a burning in my forehead And I know logically it isn't my fault That you could never see the world The way I do But still, could it still be my fault If I'm the only one who knows it Does that make it true One slip One slip of the tongue And you're too conversational for me One flip I trip when I run Cause you don't know when to stop One fall When you call up the stairs It can crush my identity One call When I'm caught unawares And my senses all just stop And my senses all just stop It's a matter of knowing How much I need to read you From your mouth, a river flowing Can decimate my village It's a matter of creation Of the self I choose to live with Never knowing my relation To my mind or the others in the village To the friends that I had as a kid To the friends that I have now Did you ever look at me as a robot Or was I only a Vincent somehow And my fixation on the top of your head Was that apathy or weakness of self Was my little fantasy world I lived in on the side A reason to delve into the Unexplained impulses and the Fumbling and tumbling of words And how I dream to scream at every street evangelist And peck out their eyes with an army of birds Could it be anger? Could it be hate Could it be love or over-sympathy It's a spectrum in the scripts I create And the only one who sees it is me I feel that it could be my fault That I could never see the world The same as you And no, logically it isn't my fault But if that's what I tell myself, Does that make it true? One slip One slip of the tongue And you're ultimately too conversational One tip I dip and I run Cause you don't know when to stop Too cold Too bold, and you scare me Your pointed stare and your gaze Too bold I'm told if you dare me And I don't know when to stop I don't know when to stop I don't know when to stop