Clay Pigeon - Counterpunch

You sure you’re ready for your close up dear?

As everything fades to black

You played your part and me so perfectly there’s nothing left to say

You’re only real on the weekends, at least from time to time

If you’re even real, after all I have my doubts

So take your bow but know I’m onto you now

Trapped in these same four walls I fell for it somehow

Lie to me and tell me everything’s how it’s supposed to be

Lie to me and tell me everything’s alright

While you’re searching for excuses, plotting who will take the fall

I’m onto you but still lie to me

I didn’t sign up for these games, but you play them any way

Another day another you

Another story not worth listening to

You’re only real on the weekends, at least from time to time

If you’re even real, after all I have my doubts

So take your bow but know I’m onto you now

Trapped in these same four walls I fell for it somehow

Lie to me and tell me everything’s how it’s supposed to be

Lie to me and tell me everything’s alright

While you’re searching for excuses, plotting who will take the fall

I’m onto you but still lie to me