Piano

Three times alone this week I was suppose to be a rock star I only beat you when I'm drunk You're only pretty when you're crying We are suppose to be The ones to set the air afire Three times alone this week I was made into a liar Whether I found the gold I never told Richer, I Brilliant white, I I wear shoes that move men from desert to riches Give me what you got, girl And scratch it because it itches Call me Chameleon and set this air afire Three times alone this week I was supposed to be a liar Whether I found the gold I never told Richer, I Brilliant white, I Maybe not, why the stare? Would I lie about that which I am scared? What did I say to you? Step into a pot of gold Rejoice in fire That which soon burns gold What did I say to you? Maybe not, why the stare? Would I lie about that which I am scared? What did I say to you? Nothing Step into a pot of gold Rejoice in fire That which soon burns gold What did I say to you? And I can't deny The love, the throat, sincerity And I can't deny it I've got to keep my P M A