listen to me.

you know what?

i don't know who you are.
and i don't think i want to.

so why don't you chew on that for a while?

nobody puts katie in a corner.

i can't whittle you down
into a list of pros and cons,
of yes and no,
of twilights and dawns.

it's not a simple matter
of what to do,
rather, it's the question
known as "who are you?"

i am a liar, liar, pants on fire,
liar, pants on the floor.
and you are a taker and lover and feeder.
so which one of us is the whore?

and are you just another rake
in the shape of dorian gray?
or are you a brightbright little liar
with brightbright eyes of the day?

i am a liar, liar, pants on fire,
liar, pants on the floor.
and you are a taker and lover and feeder.
so which one of us is the whore?

if you get to burn down your nicotine,
the sure as hell i will too.
and pack by pack i'll stab your back,
just to follow that golden rule.

i'll bury with you this letter.
it says: i thought you were perfect,
but you weren't worth it.
so take back the bedrooms,
the fighting, the backseats,
the "i know forever we'll be."

i am a liar, liar, pants on fire,
liar, pants on the floor.
and you are a taker and lover and feeder.
so which one of us is the whore?

and in california,
you'll meet that old lover.
you'll want her and need her
and you'll try to please her

yet when the air begins
to be heavy again,
you will move onto some
other flower bed.

i am a liar, liar, pants on fire,
liar, pants on the floor.
and you are a taker and lover and feeder.
and now i'm not really sure.