I've Been Involved And I've Paid Attention

I've Listened To Every Word You've Said

You Tell A Lie And I Fake My Interest

I Was Around When It Really Happened

From The Beginning Until The End

So What's The Point Of An Explanation?



Why Would I Lie?

Is There Anything I Left From My Story?

This Type Of Deception Would Be

A Waste Of Both Our Time



You Start To Trust As You Dull Your Instincts

I've Tried My Best But I Still Don't Care

You've Opened Up To A Disappointment

I Know My Way Around This Conversation

You've Had Enough But You're Standing There

I Leave It Up To Interpretation



Maybe There's A Chance That Everything

Is Going To Work Out For The Best

Maybe There's A Chance

That Pigs Will Grow Wings And Fly