Big Lie

I'm losing grip
Maybe I'm entitled to another glass of something cold
I take a sip, this place is something
If I hear one more mother in law joke, I swear I'll hit this guy
I'm close to it

I'm another troubled poet on a, a chemical diet
One day I'll fall in to hearse
While you're busy living
I'm busy dying
For what it's worth...

The tan line on your finger says it all
I'm the evening's entertainment
Your big lie
A last call from a last pour's back again
Now I'm the wine she's a taster
Your big lie, your big lie
Your big lie, your big lie

It's closing in
I swear I'm in control, my body rushes over suddenly
It's just a trip, my head is poxine
Altercation with the waitress
Left my money in my other jeans
Cause I'm a...

Another troubled poet on a, a chemical diet
One day I'd fall in to hearse
While you're busy living
I'm busy dying
For what it's worth...

The tan line on your finger says it all
I'm the evening's entertainment
Your big lie
A last call from a last pour's back again
Now I'm the wine she's the taster
Your big lie, your big lie
Your big lie, your big lie

Your big lie
Your big lie
Your big lie
Your big lie
Your big lie