All Of Those Little Things

I Don't Want To Share

I Know What I Want

But It Just Isn't There



And I Lie

Yah I Lie



We're Too Tight To Tango

But Not One In The Same

Apprehension Is The Answer

In This Unwilling Game



Why Try

When You Can Lie



I Don't Think I Can

Hate Myself Any Worse

Still I Grow More Comfortable

With Every Verse



And I Lie

Yah I Lie



I Don't Like To Chain To Smoke

I Don't Like To Think

I Never Liked Acid

And My Clothes Do Not Stink

And Like An Aomeba

In My Single Cell

As I Spread Myself Thinner

Do I Choose My Hell



When I Die

You Know I'll Lie

Still My Bed Could Not Grow

To Suite All Of My Needs

Now I Make My Bed

I Must Follow The Deed



So I Lie

In It

I Lie In It

Yah I Lie

By Ommission

I Lie

With Your Permission

Yah I Lie

Yah I Lie

Yah I Lie

That's The Truth