Leech

Tell those stories to me I'm dying to hear The things you've done and seen Farfetched as they may be You strike a smile at me Your stories ring of perjury Construed with self empowering theme Suckin' on my brain You're the teacher I'm the student Turning things around Your story's not congruent Tabloids, decoys, pitiful excuses Turning things around You're turning things around Go! A manic stunning scene I'm taking notes Your taking me away Into your false reality I know your comfort lies In lying to try To make your life make sense But you're not making sense With your two cents Suckin' on my brain You're the teacher I'm the student Turning things around Your story's not congruent Tabloids, decoys, pitiful excuses Turning things around You're turning things around I'd say it aloud but I'm not allowed I see your head spin round and round Broken record talk tonight Skip that needle Back and forth on your mind Wearing out unconvincing lies I'm like a seedling dropped From an old oak tree Your shade don't hide no sun from me Fake stories humor me It's graduation time I love you like a mother You're suckin' on my brain You're the teacher I'm the student Turning things around Your story's not congruent Tabloids, decoys, pitiful excuses Turning things around You're turning things around Yeah, yeah, yeah... (Turning things around)