I disappear in the short hours between the dark and dawn
Drugged and coerced into believing the sun wants to keep me warm
Still I hold space for disbelief waiting for fear to take its form
I’m running blind and deaf and dumb into the eye of every storm
My self-confidence is waning, doubt grips me by the ankles
And it’s no less devastating that my prison guards are angels
I’ve a thirst unsatiated since my dignity got tangled
In apologetic madness that attacks from every angle
And I’ve rippеd out every page hoping all would soon forgеt
The words I wrote when I was angry, all of which I now regret
Boy I’ve got 20/20 vision that’s no use to me in hindsight
Futile guarded indecision that protects me from the things I could do right
I could do right
I could do right
Ah, I am not no guru
Ah, but I see right through you
And I want it in writing
That I am not no guru
Ah, but I see right through you
Ah
I don’t value free time cause free time is all I have
Still I try hard to get outside more though it knocks me on my back
And for the life of me I can’t figure out how my limbs are still intact
After countless close encounters without confidence or class
And I don’t claim to be special, but I’d like to think that I am
Don’t pretend your young potential doesn’t scare you half to death
And though my cards aren’t confidential I keep them close to my chest
Anticipation is essential if your aim is to impress
Are you impressed yet
Are you impressed yet
Are you impressed yet
Ah, I am not no guru
Ah, but I see right through you
And I want it in writing
That I am not no guru
Ah, but I see right through you
And I wonder do you see through you too, oo
But I see right through you
And I wonder do you see through you too, oo
But I see right through you
And I wonder do you see through you too, oo
But I see right through you
And I wonder do you see through me too