not the taking back sunday song

I’m a complicated little object.
I twist and turn to make you feel bad.
You want me within your grasp.
But I’m this little object that screws up eventually.
You see, I’m not a simple matter you could trust.
I am a perpetual liar.
I am a compulsive liar.
I’ll lie whenever I can,
Big or small lie,
I’ll never tell the truth.
You know you can never be with me since the day I learnt that everything is not what it looks like.
Don’t tell me the truth about anything.
It’ll never come out right.

Liar, liar.
Yes, that’s what I am.
Don’t tell me to pass a message.
Don’t tell me how you feel.
In my head it’ll just come out wrong.

You’ll never seem to be able to trust me completely.
There’s something you see that is just off about me.
Nothing would ever be right with me.
I write everything that comes to my head.
I say anything I feel like.
But it never comes out right.

I’m your liar who sneaks the truth in perplexed ways.
You’ll never know what is right or wrong.
I’ll never tell you what I’m thinking.
You’ll never know either.
Don’t try to get into my head.
It’s a rough big crazy world of my own in there.
You’d never get me.

Liar, liar.
Yes, that’s what I am.
You’re instincts tell you so.
I’m an addict.
You know that so.