Everybody Gets You Wrong

Everybody thinks you're math
They look for the equal sign
And assume that when they get beyond
Those parallel bars
They'll finally get you right

They plug in different numbers
They say different things
They write all kinds of poems
They tell you stories
They tell you lies
They tell you truths they think will unlock you

You're a door to a vault to a secret
To a place
To a perfection
That they can't imagine

You're a mirror
They can see themselves in
And they like what they see

You're a present where the wrapping
Can't be taken off

A toy that's worth more
When it's left in the box

A flashback to a memory
That never actually happened

They draw pictures of you
Using too many blues
And not enough red
Or black

They call you parade and picnic
And party and paradise
And none of them know your name

They kiss you and tell you
That it's great
That it's wonderful
That it's right

But you know, don't you?

You know

That everybody
Gets you
Wrong