You're jaded and tired
My sweet little liar
You were once the talk of the town
Now you just talk in your sleep
Yeah when you finally wake up
In your cheap, caked on make-up
You'll be about as broken as the promises you couldn't keep
Anything will be as deep as you want it
If we keep talkin' shit about what everybody thinks is cool
Like we did in high school
Yeah, like we still do
You say that you get high on drugs
But you don't rely on drugs
I think that you lie too much
And I think you should hold back just a touch
When you talk about this life that you know
And what it finally feels like to be old
When you finally come around
Yeah leave that... behind
Whoa, I'll catch a ride