psychic

Do you expect me to dive in the depths of your eyes

Drowning for a clue?

Do you wish that I'd walk all the miles from your talk

Bridging gaps 'tween me and you?

I'm not a scholar, I'm not a genius

I barely recall what I've just eaten

And you wait for one to kick down your doors

But with half a brain, how should I know yours?

Your fists are clenched, you've gone erratic

Do you expect some kind of magic?

You're fuming, and I know you're mad, but