"You could be telling the truth, but I can't believe."

Stop acting like you're in a Broadway
So listen to what I have to say
That I know what and who you are
I learned that the first day
In the the passenger seat of your car
Stop trying to play the Angel in human skin
Obviously by how ****** you are you won't win
You need to find that you with something to give
I think it'll change your will to live
Stop trying to find people to compare
Like you do when you dye your hair
Thus begins the cycle all over
You truly represent my tattooed four leaf clover

Let's sip this bottle dear
I'll listen to you and hear
Let's be real no relationship is near
I think that is simply clear
You are young and love to lie
That's why when you're alone you cry
Because Karma in the form of guilt
Makes you wither and wilt
At this point I want to see what you become
Do you grow or simply succumb
To the dead ambitions of your past life
You still brandish the knife
That gave you control in the first place
Confidence in black lace
But all you do with that knife is ****
Both you and the person you're looking in the eyes
But you cover it up, It's against my will
And you wonder why your inner woman dies

Let's just **** it out in the end
But let's be real you're just a friend
Over the end of a pickup truck
So I sit here and write to pickup luck
With hair like that it was a match I struck
Get down to luck and a quick ****
We'll find that reason soon
That stole my moon
So I'll sit here and attempt move along
Or ponder the next color of your thong
But we'll skip the details like we did before
Hence why the **** I wanted to close the door

"I've run out of words, It's all something you've heard."

"I weaned off your poison, to just start smoking cigarettes."