Lyrics:

Burn me later, tell me it’s a favor
You know he says a lot 
When he’s got nothing to show for
Explanations, the basis of vacations
I’m ready to talk if you’re ready to listen

And I won’t say it again
Unless you asked me again

Discourse creeper, put me in the sleeper
He tells his stories so I 
Trust to fear the fiction
False predictions 
He’s lucky that I listen 
Looking for the answers that I don’t wanna give in

And I won’t say it again
Until I say it again

I wanna go 
Want to leave him alone
I’d like to find a fake place And call it a home 
Again
I think that’s fair enough
Yes I think I’ve seen enough
Round here