Well Read

Okay, I'll bite
I am doing this out of the goodness of my own life
I am trying to make something somebody might like
I am convincing a stranger I'm a nice guy

Okay, four eyes
Oh be it far from me to keep you up nights
I am whispering a secret like a guideline
Maybe something that you have is rightfully mine

And it's not of this earth, is it yet?
Oh, that someone like you could be made to
Write something sad as it gets
Smiling so sweetly, I think I'm just well read

I'm just well read

If it's okay
I'll be singing something I know is true, but I can't say
And I'll be thinking awful things to keep my face straight
While trying to make it feel like it isn't the male gaze

And I know it's strange
But it's finally starting to make sense
And it takes shape
And I'm not even older than you
I'm still in your age range
Well all I'm trying to do is say you're right

And it's not of this earth, is it yet?
Oh, that someone like you could be made to
Write something sad as it gets
Smiling so sweetly, I think I'm just well read

I'm just well read

Oh, I know it might be
Just kind of awful
Just kind of strange

Oh, I know it might be
Just kind of awful
Just kind of

And it's not of this earth, is it yet?
Oh, that someone like you could be made to
Write something sad as it gets
Smiling so sweetly, I think I'm just well read

I'm just well read

I'm just well read

I'm just well read

Just kind of