Let the raining teardrops rain down on me tonight
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I think making up, faking up stories is alright
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Tick tock stop the clock, fiction is my thing
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My attitude is always I and me and mine
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Oh I'm so clever
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Until my paranoia kicks in then I'll accuse her
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Of doing all the worst things i do best
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Its funny how me, fucking her about,
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Has got me in this fucking mess
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Liar liar pants on fire
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Lies alibis lies more alibis
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From the truth, I admit I'm more than shy
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Ain't the the times we are living in
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Everybody's doing it so why cant i?
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I tally up tonight's strangers
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And stragglers that I've kissed
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Training ground notches, perfectly executed notches
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And near misses
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Its all about going out and getting pissed with eagle eyes
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And sincerity bottom on my list
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What's the story morning glory?
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I feel so low and worthless
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So this is where the outcome unfurls and the truth is being told
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A cloud has gathered over my head and now i know
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Infidelity and my good friend ecstasy doesn't work, it makes you worse
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I'm feeling so guilty about the things i said to my mum when i was ten years old
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I'm feeling so guilty about any old shit
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And how I think my missus is fucking every guy that she looks at
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This is it, the end was always coming and now its here
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So this is the grande finale
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The crescendo of demise
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This is the happy ending
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Where the bad guy goes down and dies
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This is the end
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With me on my knees and wondering why?
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Cross my heart, hope to die
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Its my own cheating heart that makes me cry
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It's My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry
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| Glasvegas |
