let the raining teardrops rain down on me tonight I think making up, faking up stories is alright tick tock stop the clock, fiction is my thing my attitude is always I and me and mine
oh I'm so clever until my paranoia kicks in then I'll accuse her of doing all the worst things i do best its funny how me, fucking her about, has got me in this fucking mess
liar liar pants on fire lies alibis lies more alibis from the truth, I admit I'm more than shy ain't the the times we are living in everybody's doing it so why cant I?
I tally up tonight's strangers and stragglers that I've kissed training ground notches, perfectly executed notches and near misses its all about going out and getting pissed with eagle eyes and sincerity bottom on my list what's the story morning glory? i feel so low and worthless
so this is where the outcome unfurls and the truth is being told a cloud has gathered over my head and now i know infidelity and my good friend ecstasy doesn't work, it makes you worse I'm feeling so guilty about the things i said to my mum when i was ten years old I'm feeling so guilty about any old shit and how I think my missus is fucking every guy that she looks at this is it, the end was always coming and now its here
so this is the grande finale the crescendo of demise this is the happy ending where the bad guy goes down and dies this is the end with me on my knees and wondering why? cross my heart, hope to die its my own cheating heart that makes me cry
