lift up your head so i can see your eyes
open your heart so i can read your mind
i’m not concerned about what might of been
should i call you an enemy or call you a friend

with my left eye sober at the back of the room
just have to think not much more i can do
i’d like to talk if i new how
and i wouldn’t mind if you left right now
just know my name

pull back your hair so i can see your face
tell me about your private place
i’m not concerned about what happens next
it’s always better to lie than confess