Tabloid decoys pitiful excuses
With your two cents, you're
It's graduation time, I love you like a mother
You're turning things around
Turning things around
Suckin' on my brain your the teacher I'm the student
Turning things around
You strike a smile in me
Your shade don't hide no sun from me
But you're not making sense
You're turning things around
Fake stories humor me
Yeah yeah
Construed with self empowering theme
Suckin' on my brain your the teacher I'm the student
Yeah yeah yeah
Your stories ring of perjury
I see your head spin round and round
Turning things around your story's not congruent
You're turning things around
You're turning things around
Like a seedling dropped from an old oak tree
Turning things around your story's not congruent
Wearing out unconvincing lies
Into your false reality
Turning things around your story's not congruent
You're turning things around, go
Yeah yeah
A manic stunning scene
Tabloid decoys pitiful excuses
Skip that needle back and forth on your mind
I know you comfort lies in lying to try to make your life make sense
Farfetched as they may be
Turning things around
Suckin' on my brain your the teacher I'm the student
I'd say it aloud but I'm not aloud
Tabloid decoys pitiful excuses
[Incomprehensible]
I'm taking notes your taking me away
Broken record talk tonight
