Tell me a lie, the kind that makes our wounds healnAnd warm us in the coldnWe're sleeping in; I never want us to get upnYou're an apology left unheardnCut her up and put her in your scrapbooknnYou, you're moving slow and I never react the right waynSpread you wide open, spread you wide opennYou are the skills that I lack, yea!nnTell me I'm sure, I wouldn't want to make this awkwardnAnd yell out ex's namesnYou're dreaming of leavingnYou're an apology left unheardnKiss her soft and put her in your trophy casennYou, you're moving slow and I never react the right waynSpread you wide open, spread you wide opennYou are the skills that I lacknnYou, you're moving slow and I never react the right waynSpread you wide open, spread you wide opennYou are the skills that I lacknnYou, you're moving slow and I never react the right waynSpread you wide open, spread you wide opennYou are the skills that I lacknnYea!nHere we go!nStop.