How did I get here without you?
It's a miracle we're all sane
We're kinda like sucked in a vacuume
Of booking a flight on a doomed plane
Well you claimed you could read the future
And I'd say that you've nailed that down

You still want everyone to love you
Well here's a tip of my hat to you, Big Brain:
Do you really believe they can't see through
circus punk playing a foul game?
Let me cast you a light, one that's natural
And with me you can strike that pose yeah
And you melt for the camera
'Cause your lies [bad word] you
Yes, your lies [bad word] you
Yes, your lies [bad word] you after all

How am I living without you?
Mmm I'm not even sure now that I'm sane
But this little dog's got enough sense
To know not to sleep in the cold rain
Yeah yeah yeah

How are you doing without me?
I'm sure you've found some new game
I never wanted to miss you
But then I never thought I could take pain
Hope it's warmer for you, princess
I in fact hope it's hot as [bad word] 
And you get what you asked for
'Cause your lies [bad word] you
Yes, your lies [bad word] you
Yes, your lies [bad word] you after all