I am not this charming man
Sometimes i need to stop and slow my hands from trembling
I woke up to get knocked down but i still strained to hear the sound
Of wind against my house, this tired game of cat and mouse

Lie to me
Tell me of lost loves and former glories
Lie to me
Tell me every great, ironic story
Oh i'm fucking dying to know who keeps you company
But i'm not sure if i can stay up anymore
I'm not sure
And i'm not sure if it's worth singing anymore
I'm not sure