Liar, Liar

I hear this song playing in my head every time I talk with you, you playing me like a radio, but why the fuck should I care about this, why should I give this situation such importance, oh dear, oh why? I just hear “liar, lair”.

God knows I’m tired of my fantasies involving you, I want to erase everything that makes me a fool in front your eyes, I wish you were my everything, but I’m afraid that I might break you in smaller pieces I already found you.