I am not this charming man,
Sometimes I need to stop and slow my hands from trembling
And I woke up to get knocked down,
But I still strained to hear that sound of wind against my house
This tired game of cat and mouse

Lie to me
Tell me of lost loves and former glories

Lie to me
Tell me every great, ironic story

Oh, I'm fucking dying to know who keeps you company,
Cause I'm not sure if I can stay up anymore
I'm not sure
And I'm not sure, if it's worth singing anymore
I'm not sure
I'm not sure