Second Fiddle

Maybe I got caught in the middle
Playing notes on your second fiddle
So you had a songbird on the wire
If you get stoned I can always go higher

'Cause I do know how to be true
I don't think you'll ever know how to

Maybe I caught the drip of your answers
Molten words that infect me like cancer
And nothing proved to be fatally dire
You get stoned to forget you're a liar

And I do know how to be true
I don't think you'll ever know how to

Oh, well, I do know how to be true
I don't think you'll ever know how to

Yes, I do know how to be true
I don't think you'll ever know how to be true