# LIAR, LIAR (HALO ON FIRE) [Verse 1] Three a.m., your car’s parked in his light, You say the drugs just helped you talk all night. “I’m not that kind of girl”—you hold that halo tight, But I’ve seen your Sunday manners miss a Friday flight. You swear your guilty conscience would’ve made you do what’s right, Funny how it only wakes when evidence gets bright. Now every little detail needs another rewrite, And I’m the bad guy asking why the black don’t match the white. [Pre-Chorus] First you swear it never happened, Then you swear you told me straight. Then the truth becomes a weapon You accuse me of making you create. [Chorus] Liar, liar, halo on fire, Every time you swear, those flames get higher. I’m your baby in the kitchen, I’m the devil on the phone— How’d I get two different names In the same damn home? Liar, liar, sing it to the choir— You strike the match, then call me the fire. [Verse 2] You tell your mother I’m the reason for your pain, Then kiss me like I’m all that keeps you sane. Your friends get thunder; I get sweet champagne, Two different movies with the same first name. You call my questions bars; you call my kindness chain, But every door was open—you kept choosing to remain. You pushed until I shouted, saved the sound of my refrain, Cut your own lines out and let me take the blame. [Pre-Chorus] Monday, it’s a full confession; Tuesday, “You put words in my mouth.” Wednesday, I’m the villain In a story you’ve been shopping all around. [Chorus] Liar, liar, halo on fire, Every time you swear, those flames get higher. I’m your baby in the kitchen, I’m the devil on the phone— How’d I get two different names In the same damn home? Liar, liar, sing it to the choir— You strike the match, then call me the fire. [Verse 3] Two years of “Monday”—still no start date, I paid to keep us going; now you call that hate. Sent you every opening—you called that pressure, great, Offered you the wheel; you said I wouldn’t let you navigate. You say I built a prison, but you never name the gate, Say you’re scared of telling truths you freely circulate. I can own my temper; you can own the mess you make, But you don’t get my signature on every choice you make. [Bridge — half-time, stripped back] I raised my voice—I own that. I should’ve walked away. But something I did Thursday Didn’t make you lie Tuesday. You don’t need my permission To leave or tell the truth. I’m done standing trial For asking that of you. [Breakdown — shouted call and response] Which one’s true? — PICK A STORY! Who am I? — DEPENDS WHO’S CALLING! Say my name — CHANGE THE MEANING! Save your tears — THE HOUSE IS LEAVING! [Final Chorus — full band] Liar, liar, halo on fire, Every time you swear, those flames get higher. I was your baby in the kitchen, I’m the devil on the phone— You can tell them I’m a monster; You can tell them on your own. Liar, liar, sing it to the choir— You strike the match, then call me the fire. [Outro] Liar, liar— Who you gonna blame? Liar, liar— When I’m out of range? Keep the halo. Keep the choir. I won’t stay To feed the fire.
