so make me promises, boy, the kind i know you can't keep
and while i'm losing my mind, i hope you're home finding sleep.
but you and i both know that that's not the case
because the look on your face gives all your secrets away.

so carve your apologies in your wrists
let the guilt drip from your fingertips
i'm on to you, we're on to you
now wrap this excuse around your neck
and i'll kick the chair out from your legs


i lie to myself 'cause i do it best.