| Written by max collins and jon siebels | |
| Tell those stories to me | |
| I'm dying to hear the things you've done and seen | |
| Farfetched as they may be | |
| You strike a smile in me | |
| Your stories ring of perjury | |
| Construted with self empowering theme | |
| Suckin' on my brain you're the teacher i'm the student | |
| Turning things around your story's not congruent | |
| Tabloid decoys pitiful excuses | |
| Turning things around | |
| You're turning things around | |
| A manic stunning scene | |
| I'm taking notes your taking me away into your false realtiy | |
| I know your comfort lies in lying to try to make your life make sense | |
| But you're not making sense | |
| I'd say it aloud but i'm not aloud | |
| I see your head spin round and round | |
| Broken record talk tonight | |
| Skip that needle back and fourth on your mind wearing out unconvincing lies | |
| Like a seedling dropped from an old oak tree | |
| Your shade don't hide no sun from me | |
| Fake stories humor me | |
| It's graduation time | |
| I love you like a mother |