He eats turkey for tradition, not the taste,

uses old movie lines as he touches her face

figures everybody's got a lover on the big screen

prefers his love advice from old Jim Beam



'Cuz beauty's in an empty bottle

as long as its contents are traveling through his insides



She's just never tasted right, but there's cocaine on her lips.

It's sad to hear him claim a thing when he's never felt it.

It's hard for him to deal with those stages in between

when the logic kicks in called sobriety



'Cuz beauty's in an empty bottle

as long as its contents are traveling through his insides



Is there any cure for this second brain?

Is there any cure for this second brain?

What is true? Love or lust?

What is true? Love or lust?

Tell him what is true. Tell him what is true.

Tell him what is true. Tell me what is true.

'Cuz I'm lying to this thing you call God,

and I'm lying to your friends,

and I'm lying to myself again,

and I'm lying to you.



						     



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