I've been having a hard time
Making up my mind
Whether I don't want love
Or am I just afraid?
Works out the same either way
So I'll play James Dean for a day
On our second date
She threw her keys on the table
Like she f*cking owns the place
Guess we both knew she could stay
Cigarettes, yellow dress, painted mouth
Let's make a mess on the couch
And if she knew my gentle way
She'd probably think I was gay
So why's my brain always lying to me while my heart is crying to me?
Why's my brain always lying to me while my heart just cries, cries, cries, cries, cries?
And even as my heart explodes, I kind of which she'd go home
I sleep the best when I'm alone
Wake up depressed that she's gone
So why's my brain always lying to me while my heart is crying to me?
Why's my brain always lying to me while my heart just cries, cries, cries, cries, cries?
Why's my brain always lying to me while my heart is crying to me?
Why's my brain always lying to me while my heart just cries, cries, cries, cries, cries?
Why's my brain always lying, lying, lying, lying?