Here I'm always finding myself
looking back and asking "where am I"
Here I always try to force something that won't fit
into something I might find

But we can call it a story
but he makes me promise
everytime I say I love him I
speak the truth
But we can call it a story or
chalk it up to failure
one more week of trying to
make it.

Being in the dark I find
looking back there's nothing coming at me
It's a double edge we ride but I pull in and
avoid contact with eyes

But we can call it a story
but he makes me promise
everything I say I finish I
do myself
But we can call it a story or
chalk it up to failure
one more week of trying to
make it through

and I am tired
of hearing
I'm a liar
tired