make a big scene
make this glass house my coffin, you
missed the big picture
but it's so worse than your coffin, oh
out on your sleep
so forge my sins here in song
well i'm telling you now
what you've known all along
and it's tiredsome, true, more
subtle than you, there's
a blur in the stereo
it's calling for you (calling for you)
it's calling for you
well i'm a slave to my vices (it's true)
they've all been (re)
renamed as your crutch
so drag my name and my face through the mud
couldn't think of better things
battery or flattery
show us just how vicious you can be
do what you came here to do
(do what you came here to do)
trigger, finger
guess who point it in
the right direction,
my new-found discretion
it's not a lie if you believe it
it's no mistake if it's always repeated
it's not a lie if you believe it
it's no mistake if it's always repeated
it's not a lie if you believe it
it's no mistake if it's always repeated
(call it call it quits or just quit)
it's not a lie if you believe it
(even if my last name rhymes with)
it's no mistake if it's always repeated
(your rescue escape said it's right set you down)
it's not a lie if you believe it
(cut me off, it's such a lie)
it's no mistake if it's always repeated
but i don't need to hear it from you
what's another word for?
i don't need to hear it from you
what's another word for?
i don't need to hear it from you
what's another word for?
don't need to hear it from you
and guilt's easier with |