On Excuses - Get Bent

We tell ourselves

Reassuring «It's different this time»

We held our heads high and we lied

I don’t want to be accountable for this

There’s got to be a better way to handle it

It’s every night

Hold your head high and ask why

We pulled the cloth over our own eyes

No one else saw through our cheap disguise

Look at the way you see fragments of memory

Can’t remember it

The only thing I see

Hoping for something more