Testo Leech

Tell those stories to me I'm dying to hear the things you've done and seen Farfetched as they may be You strike a smile in me Your stories ring of perjury Construed with self empowering theme Suckin' on my brain your the teacher I'm the student Turning things around your story's not congruent Tabloid decoys pitiful excuses Turning things around You're turning things around A manic stunning scene I'm taking notes your taking me away into your false reality I know you comfort lies in lying to try to make your life make sense But you're not making sense I'd say it aloud but I'm not aloud I see your head spin round and round Broken record talk tonight skip that needle back and forth on your mind wearing out unconvincing lies Like a seedling dropped from an old oak tree your shade don't hide no sun from me Fake stories humor me It's graduation time I love you like a mother