i keep up the pressure
to stop the bleeding
squeezing my heart so tight that it stopped beating
facing that emptiness
means not believing in anything

button down people
button down lives
I'm probably just jealous - but it feels
like a lie or a prison
and I dying or living?
Am I trying or giving up?

I'll tell you anything you want to hear for love
or a little bit of kindness

I cuckold my conscience
adopt your beliefs
it's better than fighting
easy relief - but the cost
is a soul that got lost
but was never mine

I'll tell you truth
I'll tell you lies
I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you

Anything......