Rise over run, things are heading south   Open foot and insert mouth   Just when I think I understand you   Your body language lets me know    I don't have a club      Say what you're really thinking   I don't want to hear what I want to hear   Say what you're really thinking   Won't you shoot me straight for once?      So I'll write this tautology   Just to let you know what you mean to me   But somewhere it'd get lost in translation   I take another dose of miscommunication