I'm dying to hear the things you've done and seen
Farfetched as they may be
Your stories ring of perjury
Constructed of self empowering theme
You're the teacher, I'm the student
You story's not congruent
You're turning things around!
I know your comfort lies in lying
To try to make your life make sense
But you're not making sense
Broken record talk tonight
Skip that needle back and forth on your mind
Wearing out unconvincing lies
Like a seedling dropped from and old oak tree
Your shade don't hide no sun from me