[Intro] [A single piano chord, sustained. A slow, mocking snap of fingers.] [Verse 1] Everybody bends a little, everybody slips Nobody's a saint with a perfectly straight lip That's not what I'm circling, that's not the disease It's the ones who bend it so far it snaps at the knees [Verse 2] "Do as I say" — never as I do That's not a small stumble, that's a whole different view You get to be forgiven before you even try I get the standard, and you get the alibi [Chorus] Hypocrite, hypocrite, standing in the light Casting all the shadows, calling it my fault, not right A little grace for yourself, that's just being human, I know It's the whole excuse you're building that I can't let go [Verse 3] I used to think the line was drawn the same for everyone Then I watched it move, depending on who the rule was aimed upon Bend it for comfort, sure — I'll bend a little too But snap it clean in half, and call the break my fault, not you [Bridge] [Quieter, more reflective:] I'm not asking anyone to be perfect. Nobody is. I'm asking for the line to hold when it's inconvenient. [Rising again:] You don't get the grace you never once extended. You don't get the mercy you never once defended. [Chorus] Hypocrite, hypocrite, standing in the light Casting all the shadows, calling it my fault, not right A little grace for yourself, that's just being human, I know It's the whole excuse you're building that I can't let go [Outro] [Piano fades to a single note, held.] Bend a little. Everyone does. Just don't ask me to call the break my fault too. [Silence.]
