I like it    I don't like it

Waiting on a Sunday afternoon

For what I read between the lines

Your lies

Feeling like a hand in rusted shame

So do you laugh or cry?

Reply?

Leavin' on a southern train

Only yesterday you lied

Promises of what I seemed to be

Only watched the time go by

All of these things you said to me

Beathing is the hardest thing

to do. With all I've said and

all that's dead for you

You lied-Goodbye.

Leavin' on a southern train

only yesterday, you lied

Promises of what I seemed to be

Only watched the time go by

All of these things I said to you