Lyrics

Gut Check. So keep lying through your teeth You thought this wouldn't get back to me? We let you play your sad songs. You're not our problem You can see this has gotten to me Everybody's got a story to tell, but hell you're not doing so well so you got to lie You're so past tense 'cause you're caught up on how your past went. You needed change, but you past on my two cents. You're fucking useless. You're a disappointment. This is a point meant to prove that you're losing your grip. You're so full of it that the pain you inflict contradicts what your lips can admit. Enough is enough and it's time for a chance And if everybody's got a story to tell then hell you're not doing so well. So you got to lie You're both six of one and half a dozen of the other He's got a way with the words, imagination She'll expect the worse, expectation