I could run a finger full
Temperance won't want to drive you home
She still holds out the little left to hold
Tiny eyes have told
Tiny eyes don't hide like you have yet
I'll tell you the lie
It doesn't have anyone impressed
You got something, never live or die
Interceding, try to fit the part
Play the role, present tense, little relevance
Then derelict skits disappear for a weekend
Try to clear your head
Rumor is you're running it again
The lies we know
The lies for amateurs at best
I've got the years
The year's experience
You got nothing, never really know
Interested, doesn't make it so
Forget us all, bless your friends, little relevance
Play the role, present tense, little relevance
Writer(s): Ryan Pope, Robert Pope, Matthew Pryor, James Suptic, James Dewees
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