I've gotten good at leaning on metaphors
I've gotten good at living on someone else's page
I cut my teeth on secondhand sentiments
You can't trust a single thing I say
I keep my closet free of skeletons
'Cause I'm much better at digging graves
But I always dig up bones in your sympathy
I can't trust a single thing you say
Don't look too hard, 'cause you won't like the scars he left in me
I've gotten good at making up metaphors
I've gotten good at stretching the truth out of shape
And all these words are sweet and meaningless
You can't trust a single thing I say
You can't trust a single thing I say
You can't trust a single thing I say
You can't trust a single thing I say
