I'm no clairvoyant

‎They say "when you know, you know"— ‎Like it’s written in the stars or glow, ‎From some hidden sign I’m meant to see, ‎But bitch, I’m not a clairvoyant. ‎ ‎I don’t have eyes that peer through time, ‎Or feel some cosmic, built-in rhyme, ‎That tells me "this is it" with no damn clue, ‎How the hell was I supposed to know that too? ‎ ‎They act like truth’s a bright neon sign, ‎That only they can see shine, ‎While I’m here squinting in the dark, ‎Wondering why my brain’s not making its mark. ‎ ‎"When you know, you know"—such lazy talk, ‎Like understanding’s just a casual walk, ‎Through clear-cut paths they claim we all should tread, ‎But I’m over here with questions in my head. ‎ ‎So spare me your mysterious little phrase, ‎I don’t need secrets wrapped in haze, ‎Just give me facts, give me some sense, ‎‘Cause I’m no psychic—common sense’s my defense.