Burn me later, tell me it’s a favor

You know he says a lot

When he’s got nothing to show for

Explanations, the basis of vacations

I’m ready to talk if you’re ready to listen

And I won’t say it again

Unless you asked me again

Discourse creeper, put me in the sleeper

He tells his stories so I

Trust to fear the fiction

False predictions

He’s lucky that I listen

Looking for the answers that I don’t wanna give in

And I won’t say it again

Until I say it again

I wanna go

Want to leave him alone

I’d like to find a fake place And call it a home

Again

I think that’s fair enough

Yes I think I’ve seen enough

Round here