If you happen upon a stranger, a man was saleable eyes.
There’s a watch in his pocket of silver that only tells you lies.
And climbing up his poetry you can see for miles
of roads and broken roses that seem to grow whenever he smiles.
-Chorus
He’ll lie yes he’ll lie yes he’ll lie
and he’ll take from you
all while making you feel so alive
until you’re terrified that part of you might die.
He’ll sing of rejection, but he will write of love.
He won’t end the dissection of you until he’s seen enough.
He’ll hold you in the morning and his smile’s not too resist.
But oh those saleable eyes will be seeing you as he kiss.
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Then you’ll start to wonder and then that feeling passes.
Your friends begin losing pity they might still care, but they’re not asking.
Alone with him, alone with him, alone with him, it’s true.
Yeah, you’re all alone with him, but is he all alone with you?
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