Testo On Excuses

We tell ourselves
Reassuring "It's different this time"
We held our heads high and we lied
I don't want to be accountable for this
There's got to be a better way to handle it
It's every night

Hold your head high and ask why We pulled the cloth over our own eyes
No one else saw through our cheap disguise

Look at the way you see fragments of memory
Can't remember it
The only thing I see
Hoping for something more