You swore you'd meet me on the other side

your alibi is intact and your story clears

honesty puts you in the clear

my dear you're more than a drama

more than a struggle

more than a two-bit faker of a love

that stabs you in back

it's a peaceful type of heart attack you give


got my questions

got my answers

exude sincerity


for me to feel like this I must be kidding myself

because I'm so happy here and I won't ever get out

I said I lost my smile some time ago

but you gave it back

you gave it back


wait...

where are my priorities?