Written by max collins and jon siebels
Tell those stories to me
Im dying to hear the things youve done and seen
Farfetched as they may be
You strike a smile in me
Your stories ring of perjury
Construted with self empowering theme
Suckin on my brain youre the teacher Im the student
Turning things around your storys not congruent
Tabloid decoys pitiful excuses
Turning things around
Youre turning things around
A manic stunning scene
Im taking notes your taking me away into your false realtiy
I know your comfort lies in lying to try to make your life make sense
But youre not making sense
Id say it aloud but Im not aloud
I see your head spin round and round
Broken record talk tonight
Skip that needle back and fourth on your mind wearing out unconvincing lies
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