Dyslexic Heart

by Paul Westerberg

You're shooting glances, and they're so hard to read
I misconstrue what you mean
Slip me a napkin, and now that's a start
Is this your name or a doctor's eye chart?

I try to comprehend you
But I got a dyslexic heart
I ain't dying to offend you
I got a dyslexic heart

You keep swaying
What are you saying?
Think about staying
Are you just playing, making passes?
My heart could use some glasses

Do I read you correctly?
You need me directly
Help me with this part
Do I date you, do I hate you?
Do I got a dyslexic heart?