There's a fine line between what you call a joke and what's a lie And it's hard to tell the difference When you're always jumping back and forth across it all the time I can't blindly follow with you
And I'm getting tired Of trying to reason Through all your lies and through the games you play I'm sick of just pretending everything is gonna be ok
I was taken with the way you always spoke as if to say “This is just our little secret...” You hid behind a mask, I never asked for you to wear
Need a decoder ring To make sense of anything You've ever said to me Fiction and Fantasy
How could I not have seen it Right to my face deceived me I never knew you either way
I'm doing fine, without believing, that we'll be alright, going on this way