It's not true- you gotta believe me now.
Why don't dry off your eyes, and come lay down by my side?
I won't break down. I'm just simply cutting out now.
A break from your jaded smile.
And this dishonest style.
Who am i protecting?
This shit that's stuck right in the way.
It's less of a decision.
It's more of a revision.
It's not true- just shut up and kiss me now.
Why don't you just close your eyes, and try to remember all those nights?
Something tells me this mistake was not mistaken.
Now I'm taking all of the blaming.