You're lying to your diary
You're so creative
Catch me up, who's real this time?
Am I a lie? Am I a line?
A pencil mark left outside the thought process
Maybe get your thinking back on track
I'm the tempo to your heartbeat
And you're the knife stuck in my back
Maybe get your spine to make its entrance
I'm the rhythm to your tapping feet
And the melody behind your teeth
You're lying to your diary
It's getting good
But oh no wait, which one am I?
Am I a lie? Am I a line?
A pencil mark left outside the thought process
Maybe get your thinking back on track
I'm the tempo to your heartbeat
And you're the knife stuck in my back
Maybe get your spine to make its entrance
I'm the rhythm to your tapping feet
And the melody behind your teeth
You're lying to your diary
And I'm the ink
Make me up into something better
Am I a lie? Am I a line?
A pencil mark left outside the thought process
(I'm all ears and all goodbyes
I'm all ears, goodbye)
Careful now, you're talking fast
But I'm all ears for the heart attack
You're breaking me down
Always breaking me down
Careful now, you're talking fast
But I'm all ears for the heart attack
You're breaking me down
Always breaking me down
And down
And down