MUSIC FOR SALE

You tell a story, I pick it apart
Your timeline is whacked, you're playing a part
Said you were dancing on the beach in July and the tide was high and the moon was in the sky
I’m like, "Wait a minute, that don't add up to me"
Your whole memory's a movie fantasy.
The sun was out, the clouds were gray
and you were playing video games all day.
But when I start to get angry and vent
Then you deflect, make up stuff and rewrite events
You rewrite the stars, you rewrite the past
Playing fast and loose, nothin's built to last

You're the author of a lie, a master of deceit And I'm tired of this story on repeat.

You sent a text at 2 AM
Said you were home, busy working late again BUT
I saw a picture tagged in front of a neon bar
An arm over a shoulder, in your co-workers car. Ya said "Oh, that wasn't me, that was a look-alike, babe!"
Man, your excuses are all just a big charade
You look me in the eye and sell me this line. You're a broken record, wasting my time.

'Cause when I start to get angry and vent
Then you deflect, make up stuff and rewrite events
You rewrite the stars, you rewrite the past
Playing fast and loose, nothin's built to last
You're the author of a lie, a master of deceit
And I'm tired of this story on repeat

One little lie leads to a house of glass
Trying to fool me, but you're running out of gas
I see the cracks, the holes in your alibi
Every time you open your mouth, BOOM, another lie
I'm over it, I'm done, I'm walking away
From this little game you're playing every single day.
[Outro]
Yeah, tired of this fiction, tired of the pretense
No more of your stories, they lack common sense
Rewrite this, lie, rewrite that, yeah, you rewrite events. Looking real bad.
[I'm not buying it, no, not ever again]
[Not ever again] Fantasy world has come to an end.
[Fade out]