Responsibility, is a four letter word around here Where the lines tend to blur But I smell the smoke on you dress I know exactly where you were
The underhandedness, oh the stories that were told They meant nothing then, now makes so much sense Don't say a word, it already shows Well the emperor is marching down that street But he's not wearing any clothes
And I Know whats not mine And I Know whats not mine
But you've been trying me
And I know what's not mine