Letras: Van Atta High. Run Like Hell. Just Lie.

This is crazy; the stopping and the stalling,
Because you can?t keep control.
I know that you?re not afraid to be straightforward,
But good girls just lie, that?s right.
Good girls just lie.

You were a few things short of a good time.
With all things considered I came out as a winner.

I?d love to know where you get your ideas,
Because they sure as hell ain?t from you.

Now, you?re telling lies,
With something on your mind,
When will you look at me?
There?s something I should see.

This change you?re going through,
Might reveal some truth.
You?ll scream alone when you?re high.

You were a few things short of a good time.
With all things considered I came out as a winner.
Finding out what your life?s about means everything right now.
It means everything right now.

Your hollowed out insides fill my mind with darkness tonight.
(Lie for me, because honesty it doesn?t mean a thing. It?s all on me.)

You?re not a good time, but you should just lie.
Finding out what your life?s about means everything right now.
It means everything right now