B. Linus

Son, you never really have to show
Lovers what they don't really need to know

I favor sincerity
But somewhere it just occurred to me
That you've got more to gain from a lie
Yeah, you've got less to lose if you deny
The simple truth ringing in my ear, begging to be let out
So let me down

Lovers, why do we seek security
Stuck in the rhythm of the weak?
I found ways to pacify before
But I, for one, am craving something more
So I'll keep running back, begging to be let down

But every time you give in
You sell yourself and cycle back again
We all want to know
Will these words hold?

But every time you're giving in
You sell yourself and circle cycles back again