The fact of your interest in me is proof
That you must be crazy,
Or I have been hiding myself well.

That fact, the one of your interest in me
Puzzles, confounds, I can't accept the logic
Do you want this lumpy mess?

Were I honest, my own faults cry loudest to me
And that you can't hear them, or can but ignore them-
I feel claustrophobic in your open mind.