Make a big scene

Make this glass house my coffin

You miss the big picture

Well it's the words that you're coughin' out,

Out on your sleeve

So forge my sins here in song

Well I'm telling you now what you've known all along

And it's tired, so true,

More subtle than you

There's a lull in the stereo

It's calling for you (calling for you)

It's calling for you.

Well I'm a slave to my vices

It's true

They've all been renamed as a crutch

So drag my name and my face through the mud

You're better at confronting me

Showing just how vicious you can be

Do what you came here to do (do what you came here to do)

Trigger finger gets you pointed in the right direction

My new found discretion.

It's not a lie if you believe it

It's no mistake if it's always repeated

It's not a lie if you believe it

It's no mistake if it's always repeated.

Shall we call it quits or just wait? (it's not a lie if you believe it)

Even, even if my last name rhymes with your rescue of hear say

Do not say you know (it's no mistake if its repeated)

Call me out

It's not a lie (it's such a lie)

But I don't need to hear it from you

So what's another word for (I don't need to hear it from you)

What's another word for (I don't need to hear it from you)

What's another word for (I don't need to hear it from you)

What's another word for (I don't need to hear it from you)

It gets easier with doses of time (easier with dull sense of time)

Easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)

Easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)

Easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)

Show us just how vicious you can be (be)