I know you but don’t know you;

like a class you took but failed,

the armchair where I’ll profess

 

I could feel you if only I’d care;

if you ask, I will always answer,

but check me and I won’t pass

 

I like the idea of us, just not us;

like a medicine dose too great,

like the lavish theory falling flat

 

I’ll always smile–to ring a bell

Always nod–to blow a whistle

I’m the smoke–to your mirrors

 

I ain’t no people person, baby,

I’m your pseudo-interpersonal