Kleenex Girl Wonder Secret Thinking
Whistle when you need dismissal, or approval
Or a little psycho-critical strudel
Just yodel, when you're mixed-episodal
Episodic, whatever, just holler when you're psychotic
I'll get a motel, it'll go well probably
Doesn't take much to move me to touch you
Just a brush will do what it does do
It's not love that lets me trust you
I have a manner of speaking to just you
Secret thinking as they call it, mental telepathy
Interior dialogues we whisper prophetically
Subliminal interdiction speeds the flow of information
With automatic intuition, we forego communication
Listen, I'm on a mission from Jesus
To fixed what's borked between us
So what is it? He's only omniscient
He can't hear your heartbeats, and I hid your car keys
So can he pencil you in for a visit?
It'll only take a minute
Before you know it, you'll be finished
It's not love unless you're in it
So let's deprecate this business
The secret thinking that you promise doesn't mean anything
Is leeching all my agency and draining my energy
So when you have a moment open up and lay it all on me
Let's put the, "Hot! O my!" back in our dichotomy
'Cause you're just a dic (sic), and the forest is thick
For the trees are tricks and the sea just reorganizes our anxieties
But I never sought to silence the beast
Or be frozen in my most sublime memory
I just climbed off the island while the sea was asleep
And now it's like I shut off my mind when I speak
But secret thinking somehow saves me, I know not how or why
So don't say a word now, baby, it's alright when sweet things die
No one can know the answers or the questions you seek
Every interaction is a de-duplicated unique