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