My revenge against the world is to believe everything you say Balance as you are on a pile of empty bottles And even when the world has taken all your defenses away There’s no way that you can be true
I’ll believe you
Don’t you get sick of party favors That start with a whimper and end with a whisper And even when every single one of your gestures is a lie To me, you always ring true
I’ll believe you
The first time the cops came they were like brand new friends The second time they came they were a little concerned They said, “We know all about you You’re like moths to a flame.†Yeah we speak too much and none of it’s ever true
What happens to the rat that stops running the maze The doctors think it’s dumb when it’s just disappointed I meant it when I said that I would never see you again But no matter how dumb I get there’s one thing I’ll always do