Nothing on You

Hey, don’t you know that a plateau,
I’ll continue to act
much more than ambivalent,
in the hopes that you might just forget that
if I’m not around, I know I’ll be found out.
I’m telling you the truth; I got nothing on you.
Hey, I don’t know if the facade has grown,
but I think that you believe ambivalence
is fatuous, when our argument has become tenuous.
I know that I’ll be found out.
It’s all about how I fear being found out.