The Worst Kind Of Liars - Waxwing

Look at me — I can carry the load

Time and deeds have proven I’m not so stupid I can’t see

The light that shines — on easier roads

So be my guest that’s not the way I’m headed tonight

There’s a cynic in every crowd

You’re so real it hurts to look into your eyes

At some point something’s got to give

You give and give till you can’t give no more

You give and you give till it’s all gone

And she can carry me in one hand

The silhouette of her mothers milk white breast is enough

I’m so drunk I can barely stand

So give me the strength of ten men

So I can carry the weights I am given

There’s a cynic in every crowd

You’re so real it hurts to look into your eyes

These fakers are the worst kind of liars

Commitment is a choice you keep making

Everything will be changing — Give me the strength

To carry the weights I am given tonight