I know you know the smile's fake
I know you know it's for your sake
So Why do I do it?
Why do you let me?
I know you know my words are lies
I know you know it through my eyes
So why do I do it?
Why do you let me?
I know you know I practice moves
I know you know I think it soothes
So why do I do it?
Why do you let me?
I ponder.
I will not approach you
About such matters.
I will instead sit
And know that you know...
Author notes
Written, classically, in a cafe across from the man who knows.
