The cards are on the table

The writings on the wall

When you hide behind a lie and want forgiveness, it don't mean anything at all

So you're finding out the hard way

Sometimes these things take time

But don't you preach salvation from the bottom of a bottle when you can't walk a straight line

Should we talk about it now?

It hurt for the first time but it's the last time it's comin' 'round

Do you think there's the world in your pocket, or are you watching it come crumbling down?

You can chalk it up as bad luck

Place the blame on me and then cry foul

I can't understand those wicked words you're speaking with that silver spoon in your mouth

And you want to talk about it now?