I am not this charming man Sometimes i need to stop and slow my hands from trembling I woke up to get knocked down but i still strained to hear the sound Of wind against my house, this tired game of cat and mouse
Lie to me Tell me of lost loves and former glories Lie to me Tell me every great, ironic story Oh i'm fucking dying to know who keeps you company But i'm not sure if i can stay up anymore I'm not sure And i'm not sure if it's worth singing anymore I'm not sure
