What's that?
Say those words again?
Not another whisper or I'll collapse.
It's not yet certain, but these signs are stacking up.
I've got a million reasons why, and a heart with your name on it.
Burning, enticed, it's the middle of winter!
What kind of palindrome have we stumbled upon?
There's no contract, no alibi,
There's not even a checklist.
My obsessive ways can't handle this.
For the first time and the last time,
I'll go ahead and say it:
No, I'm not a liar.
I'm the most negative hypocrite you've ever seen.
