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?