Misread

I like the way you talk about yourself As if you're someone else I like the way you smile when you're so proud Of something you did yourself

Today your head is down Your mind is somewhere else

I hate the way you talk about yourself When you're feeling down

I hate the way you talk About me to your friends They tell me everything You may as well tell to my face

I love the way we talk To try to fill the space

I hate the way we try to hide the things We really want to say

Have I misread? The way I feel about you