On the first day, they lied to your face.
And sung with strength and conviction,
Just like your "real friends" do.

Oh! I just wanted to break you,
Free of that which destroys you,
(that which contorts you),
Baby bend for me.

By the next day, they kept you quite and cautious.
You started to hate your reflection.
Just like the "real heroes" do.
Oh! I just wanted to keep you from that which defines you,
(that which creates you), baby fall for me.

I brought the bricks to the glass house party,
Give me a reason to bring this whole place down.

On the third day, they had you right where they wanted you.
And ripped the floor boards beneath you.

Call Back: Floor boards beneath you [x3]

Just like your "real friends"
Call Back: just like your "real friends" do.

And when they got under your skin,
They tore up everything they could.
Just like your "real friends" do.

Oh! This is the story of six months,
Dashed with a sense of deception.
Baby lie to me.

Well everyone's thinking it.
I've got the guts to get it down on paper,
And spit it over airwaves, and it goes:

I brought the bricks to the glass house party,
Give me a reason to bring this whole place down.