Contempt Breeds Familiarity
Copyright 2002

Every time I look at you
You turn away your head
And every time I give a smile
You put an “L” up to your forehead
If I ask you “what’s up?”
You pretend you didn’t hear
But I have this growing suspicion
That you aren’t being sincere

I remember the third grade
A game we used to play
If someone liked someone
But couldn’t bear to say
They’d pretend not to like them
And play hard-to-get
And if they ever found out
Someone was gonna get hit

Have we come so far
Since those early years
That my conversation
Still doesn’t reach your ears?
I think in your pretending
Comes the possibility
That your feigned contempt
Breeds familiarity...


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