Born a Liar

Baby I was born a liar about a week before the fourth of July
I never quite picked up telling the truth so all I'd ever do was lie, lie, lie
To my mothers, my fathers, my sisters, my brothers
My lovers, and all of my friends
All this deceiving it never got easy so I learned how to pretend
That it won't come back to me in the end
But I know it will come back to me in the end

Baby I was born to admire the beauty of an artist's stroke
With a brush in her hand she paints ocean and sand
And makes the world feel like I just awoke
You are my mother, my father, my sister, my brother
My lover, yeah you're my only friend
I trust you to teach me, I want you to need me and together this world we'll defend
Until it goes black again in the end
Someday it will go black again in the end

Maybe I was born to conspire with the thief who saw life as a joke
With no truth and no plan we will go hand in hand
With our love in our throats we will choke, uh oh no
And our mothers, our fathers, our sisters, our brothers
Our lovers, and all of our friends
They'll never believe how we so deftly deceived them right up to our bloody end
But I will come back for you, my friend
If I can I will come back again for you my friend
Someday I will be back for you, my friend
If I can I will come back again for you my friend