The cards are on the table
The writings on the wall
When you hide behind a lie and want forgiveness, it don't mean anything at all
So you're finding out the hard way
Sometimes these things take time
But don't you preach salvation from the bottom of a bottle when you can't walk a straight line
Should we talk about it now?
It hurt for the first time but it's the last time it's comin' 'round
Do you think there's the world in your pocket, or are you watching it come crumbling down?
You can chalk it up as bad luck
Place the blame on me and then cry foul
I can't understand those wicked words you're speaking with that silver spoon in your mouth
And you want to talk about it now?
