I can’t tell when someone likes me,
and I don't flirt, because
I can’t tell when someone likes me.
I’m oblivious,
even when it’s obvious—no LI(e).
I’m not ignoring you on purpose.
I'm just trying to avoid getting hurt,
’cause you could smack me on the bum—
my assumption is you’re swatting a bug.
You could pin me to the wall—
I’d say “Thanks for saving me from that invisible wrecking ball.”
I can’t tell when someone likes me,
and I don't flirt,
because I can’t tell when someone likes me,
so I don’t flirt.
I say, “Hey, cool pants.”
I feel smooth, like “I think she can tell,”
but my friend informs me “Nah, she just thinks you like her pants.
There ain’t a chance in hell. Also, you’re monotone as fuck.”
I’m talking to someone I like.
I ask, “Do you want to hang out tonight?”
Talking to a friend I see as just a friend I say
“Do you want to hang out tonight?” with the same exact inflection.
No one can tell when I like them,
’cause I can’t flirt.
No one can tell when I like them,
’cause I can’t flirt.
I can’t tell when someone likes me,
and I don't flirt, because
I can’t tell when someone likes me,
so I don’t flirt.
The self-proclaimed "Latnix Future" artist blends Latin jazz, synthpop, and spoken word to emotional, transcendental effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 10, 2019