Uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh

Uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh

Uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh

Uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh

I've gotten good at leaning on metaphors

I've gotten good at living on someone else's page

I cut my teeth on second-hand sentiments

You can't trust a single thing I say

Uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh

Uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uhh

I keep my closet free of skeletons

'Cause I'm much better at digging graves

But I always dig up bones in your sympathy

I can't trust a single thing you say

Uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh

Uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh

Don't look too hard 'cause you won't like the scars he left in me

I've gotten good at making up metaphors

I've gotten good at stretching the truth out of shape

And all these words are sweet and meaningless

You can't trust a single thing I say

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You can't trust a single thing I say (uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh)

You can't trust a single thing I say (I've gotten good at leaning on metaphors)

You can't trust a single thing I say (I've gotten good at making up metaphors)