tell those stories to me
i'm dying to hear the things you've done and seen
far-fetched as they may be
you strike a smile in me
your stories ring of purgery
construed with self-empowring things
sucking on my brain
you're the teacher i'm the student
turning things around, your story's not congruent
tabloid decoys, pitiful excuses
turning things around, you're turning things around
a manic stunning scene
i'm taking notes, you're taking me away
into your false reality
i know your comfort lies in lying to try
to make your life make sense
you're not making sense
in your true sense you're
(Refrão)
oooooooooooo i'd say it aloud but i'm not allowed
oooooooooooo i see your head spinning round and round
broken records talk tonight
skip that needle back and forth on your mind
wearing out unconvincing lies
-guitar comes in picking chords
like a seedling dropped from an old oak tree
your shade dont hide no sun from me
fake stories, humor me its graduation time
i love you like a mother
(Refrão)
yeah yeah you're turning things around
yeah yeah you're sucking on my brain
yeah yeah you're turning things around
yeah yeah yeah