you'd think

you tell me off for what you see is wrong that i'm malaligned or something worse maybe even a screw is lose in my tongue that'd explain why i talk a lot in verse

you think that i think i'm smart or a know-it-all of sorts that i'm a dropped piece of china or something worse maybe even a brain with too many things plugged in its ports that'd explain the overload of information that i rehearse

i think that you think that i trust you that'd explain your thoughts in reverse maybe even that i tell you all that is true but maybe i don't or something worse