Three times alone this week
I was suppose to be a rock star
I only beat you when I'm drunk,
You're only pretty when you're crying
We are suppose to be the ones to set the air afire
Three times alone this week
I was made into a liar

Whether (or not) I found the gold
I never told
Richer: I
Brilliant white

I wear shoes that move men from desert to riches
Give me what you got girl
And scratch it because it itches
Call me Chameleon
And set this air afire
Three times alone this week
I was suppose to be a liar

Whether (or not) I found the gold
I never told
Richer: I
Brilliant white

Maybe not
Why the stare?
Would I lie about that which I am scared?
What did I say to you?
Step into
A pot of gold,
Rejoice in fire
That which soon burns cold
What did I say to you?

I can't deny it
The love, the throat, sincerity
I can't deny it
I've got to keep my PMA

Cause I, in order to fly
I tell you that I
(scream) don't you realize that i silence it?
It's that fucking hard