Scratch the surface and you’ll see what’s under there
What ever comes to light might be a cross to bear
The bliss of ignorance much easier to take
You can sleep through life or you can choose to stay awake
Maybe you’ll wake up and realize you took it all in stride
Or did you shake up?
Angering souls who sought to hide?
The things that really matter.
Too tough to talk about in casual banter
Did you hold their eye too long?
Mad as a hatter
I said hello, and you seemed both anxious and amused
Like it’d been awhile since someone’s talked to you
You just kept shuffling, like the sidewalk might be sly
Set there to trip you up, you never gave reply
Too much to take up
Had to be somewhere else it seemed
Far off expression
Which of us real and which one dreamed
When you figure that out, come by the house and we’ll drink ‘till we pass out
Perhaps I’ll even sing this song?
Oh, what a clatter
The hatters gave their minds for fashion unmade by their own stock and trade
What caused this hatter here?
What sacrifices made?
Maybe you woke up a man who had taken life in stride
Perhaps that shake up shook out the things I hoped to hide?
The things that really matter.
Too tough to talk about in casual banter
Did I hold your eye too long?
Mad as a hatter
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