You've got lines to read
You've got crib notes scribbled in the palm of your hand
You've got it all figured out
You've got the whole world reading from the base of your brain
You've got a big, big mouth
And a nasty habit of making it move
You've got things to say
But you have no clue what they're supposed to mean
And in your head, you're quite damn sure
You truly mean well
And it's sad but true (and unfortunate for you)
That doesn't make it the truth
That doesn't make it a fact
Well imagine that
You've got things to say
Bold truths you haven't quite thought through yet
You've got a master plan
Somewhere hidden behind a wall of teeth
You've got a lot of lies
Left to tell tonight before you sleep
And when you sleep,
You will sleep well
Because that's just who you are
It's how you were raised
That's how you make them bend
That's how you make them break
That's how you make them bend
That's how you break your friends
That's how you break your friends