I hear you with my good ear holes And I see you with my good eyes The stories you tell Are all starting to smell Of what makes them up of inside It must feel like you mind is so relentless You must be so tired you could cry Your eyes start to drop But your mouth just can't stop And beats you to the punch every time Details so small no one cares for But they build up a mountain in time They float off of your face with such effortless grace And pile up somewhere you can't hide We're all prone to exaggeration And we compensate when we're fed a line You give me no choice but to exclude your voice From that logical piece of my mind Dismissed by my ears and my eyes Lies Searching for something to top it all off But its so hard to think When you're so written off