Questions

How am I supposed to trust you When you are lying all the time? How am I supposed to know you When you are drunk all the time? And I got questions And you got answers And I'm not sure if they're fact or fiction And I got questions And you got answers And I'm not sure if they're even worth asking You are a lance stuck in my side Blood and water, you make me cry The crowd around us with their thumbs down The king is shaking his head, calling for our arrest And I got questions And you got answers And I'm not sure if they're fact or fiction And I got questions And you got answers And I'm not sure if they're even worth asking Can't get no air when you're way up there Three feet away, can't make you stay And how are we supposed to dance and kiss When we are sighing all the time And I got questions And you got answers And I'm not sure if they're fact or fiction And I got questions And you got answers And I'm not sure if they're even worth asking