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 prejury
Construed with self empowering themes
Suckin' on my brain, you're the teacher, I'm the student
Turning things around, you story's not congruent
Tabloid decoys, pitiful excuses
Turning things around, you're turning things around!
A maniac stunning scene, I'm taking notes
You're taking me away, into your false reality
I know your comfort lies in lying, to try to make your life make sense
But you're not making sense
Suckin' on my brain, You're the teacher, I'm the student
Turning things around, You story's not congruent
Tabloid decoys, Pitiful excuses
Turning things around, You're turning things around!
I'd say it aloud, but I'm not allowed
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
Suckin' on my brain, You're the teacher, I'm the student
Turning things around, You story's not congruent
Tabloid decoys, Pitiful excuses
Turning things around, You're turning things around!
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