All your composure shows is you know how to lie. You know how it goes

All your conviction says is there's a crutch on your lip and a hole in my chest

Asking your friends where you hang

Been thinking of new routes and ways

Still saw you the other day. Buried my head, covered my face

And I just need you to know-

Though I'm not wrapped around your finger

Sometimes I seem to linger around your front door

I don't know what I'm looking for