A Liar At Best

Cast me away (cast me away)
It's not like I've been through better days (better days)
Forget your light ('cause I will find)
'Cause I will find my way

I'm not your escape (I'm not your escape)
Past times, can't rewind your selfish ways (selfish ways)
Cut to size (by every line)
By every line thrown my way

Time, a change in perspective
For better or for worse
I'll count the days and fight your wars
Blind, I've lost your reflection
Count on me to fix your jaded complexion

Why? Why should I-
Be the one to save you every single time you cry?
I don't have the time
To pick up the pieces whenever he leaves your side

Do you miss the taste? Do you miss my face?
Are you thinking lately about me, baby?
(Back and forth you go, just like a metronome
Always a beat too slow, never on my tempo)

You, always a beat too slow
Never, never on my tempo

The roads unwind
So settle down and break your stride 
The trees can't find where we hide in the dead of night

I'm a mess, a liar at best
And you left me on read without one word said
Entangled in your webs, ignored the signs ahead
Like you're sick in the head and blame it on the meds
Like you're sick in the head and you'll blame it on the meds
Like you're sick in the head and blame it on the-

You're a wreck, I'm a mess, a liar at best
And you left me on read without one word said
Entangled in your webs, ignored the signs ahead
Like you're sick in the head and blame it on the meds
Like you're sick in the head and you'll blame it on the meds
Like you're sick in the head and blame it on the-

Why? Why should I-
Be the one to save you every single time you cry?
I don't have the time
To pick up the pieces whenever he leaves your side

Do you miss the taste? Do you miss my face?
Are you thinking lately about me, baby?
(Back and forth you go, just like a metronome
Always a beat too slow, never on my tempo)

The roads unwind
Settle down and break your stride
The trees can't find where we hide in the dead of night

Why? Why should I-
Be the one to save you every single time you cry?
I don't have the time
To pick up the pieces whenever he leaves your side

Do you miss the taste? Do you miss my face?
Are you thinking lately about me, baby?
(Back and forth you go, just like a metronome
Always a beat too slow, never on my tempo)