Embarassment is so Your Color
You're lying to your diary, you're so creative so creative
catch me up, who's real this time?
am i a lie? am i a line? a pencil mark left outside
the thought process
well maybe get your thinking back on track
i'm the tempo to your heart beat and you're the knife stuck in my back
maybe get your spine to make its entrance
i'm the rhythm to your taping feet and the melody behind your teeth
you're lying to your diary, it's getting good it's getting good
but oh no wait, which one am i?
am i a lie? am i a line? a pencil mark left outside
the thought process
well maybe get your thinking back on track
i'm the tempo to your heart beat and you're the knife stuck in my back
maybe get your spine to make its entrance
i'm the rhythm to your taping feet and the melody behind your teeth
You're lying to your diary and i'm the ink i'm the ink
make me up in to something better
am i a lie? am i a line? a pencil mark left outside
the thought process
(i'm all ears and all goodbyes, i'm all ears. goodbye)
careful now you're talking fast, but i'm all ears for the heart attack
you're breaking me down, always breaking me down