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?