Waitress - Trust Me, I’m Lying

{Verse 1}
I spit on the soil of the marketplace
Rip up a photo of the man from my inner space
Soul, earthquake
Sweat, monsoon
Vacate shore
Crash like typhoon
Is there anybody sitting in the cosmic seat?
‘Cause I got questions for the bastard and some heavenly heat
It’s like sand in a sieve every time I blink
Every lesson I learn
Turns to faded ink
Is there a key to this song?
‘Cause you’re all tone deaf
And no one’s ever gonna right what’s wrong?
Correct
It’s all so cyclical
Yet unpredictable
I ask what not how you’re doing
But the answer’s always
Bad weather
Happy face
Dead kids
Fake news
(We’re sorry, there was nothing we could do!)

{Chorus}
Mother sent a postcard
To keep you far from crying
I’m on the way to downtown
Trust me, I’m lying

{Verse 2}
Four to five days a month (I’m dying)
And the rest I’m basically fine
Citizen the problem is solved
Here’s total peace of mind
Get down there’s a letter in the mail of mine
With a fresh glue coat
And the spit still drying
Yes I am perfect
I am holy and fine
Don’t call, don’t check
Trust me, I’m lying

{Chorus}
Mother sent a postcard
To keep you far from crying
I’m on the way to downtown
Trust me, I’m lying

{Guitar Solo}

{Chorus}
Mother sent a postcard
To keep you far from crying
I’m on the way to downtown
Trust me, I’m lying
Mother sent a postcard
To keep you far from crying
I’m on the way to downtown
Trust me, I’m lying

{Outro}
Mother sent- *glitching*
Mother sent- *glitching*
A postcard *glitching*