All your composure shows is you know how to lie. You know how it goes All your conviction says is there's a crutch on your lip and a hole in my chest Asking your friends where you hang Been thinking of new routes and ways Still saw you the other day. Buried my head, covered my face And I just need you to know- Though I'm not wrapped around your finger Sometimes I seem to linger around your front door I don't know what I'm looking for