Suppose
By Christiana Rosenthal
I don’t suppose you suppose that I suppose,
That every guess you make is truth you chose.
You speak like the judge, the jury, the crown,
But you’re building your case just to tear me down.
You do this with arrogant confidence,
Like facts just bend to your common sense.
Inserting yourself where you don’t belong,
Singing your judgment like it’s a song.
Suppose, suppose, suppose, suppose…
Suppose, suppose, suppose.
I figured you figured I’d play along,
But I think that you thought me weak, not strong.
I suspect you suspect I won’t respond,
But silence doesn’t mean I’m overly fond.
Presumptuous for you to presume,
You stroll in and fill up every room.
Assuming the assumption that you assume
I assume, but honey, that’s your doom.
Suppose, suppose, suppose, suppose…
Suppose, suppose, suppose.
Let’s suppose for a second you checked your stance,
And gave humility half a chance.
I reckon you reckon you’re always right,
But truth don’t need that kind of light.
You’ve got no knowledge, no rightful claim,
No title, no stake, just playing a game.
Authority’s earned, not seized by pride,
You guessed wrong, now step aside.
Suppose, suppose, suppose, suppose…
Suppose, suppose, suppose…
Yeah
Suppose.
