ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴢʏ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴇ

[intro] (mm...) wine in the glass... (...yeah) [verse] wine in the glass caught the last of a long act... (mm) too soon to quit... too late to take it back that's not sad... that's just the math... and the total equals one (yeah...) the glow's still in the walls but I don't want to turn 'em on just the flame got tired of performing... dimmed into a hum (mm) I don't miss the stage... I miss the me that believed — that's the one I could walk back in... but the room would only clap for the show (mm) and the show's still warm... I just don't want to go but the lighter in my hand... hits harder than applause gold don't need a crowd — the dark already knows (yeah...) I poured for strangers... what I should've kept at home and the stage looks better empty from the floor [chorus] too lazy to lie... the truth is lighter on the lungs smoke in the air where the words were once [acapella] I could dress it up... but even that feels like a line (mm) the quiet's not that bad... too lazy to lie ((too lazy to lie)) [verse] same show, same glow, same gold going stale on the shelf (mm) same mic, same light, same smile I been selling myself same entrance, same applause, same glass of wine on the rail same wine... same wine... the vintage turned but who could tell (yeah...) I woke up and the morning didn't pull — it just poured grey light on the floor like a debt I ignored (mm) no crack, no crash, just the color bleeding slow from golden down to blonde and the blonde didn't know (yeah...) the room was loud but the loud was just a coat compliments like currency — I spent 'em but stayed broke (mm) I didn't slam the door... (nah) I just forgot it was open same glass, same wine... same shit that I be smokin' [chorus] too lazy to lie... the truth is lighter on the lungs smoke in the air where the words were once [acapella] I could dress it up... but even that feels like a line (mm) the quiet's not that bad... too lazy to lie ((too lazy to lie)) [break] [verse] (yeah...) now I sit where no one's clapping... and the air is finally mine (mm) the phone lights up like muscle memory — I just decline not bitter... (nah) not broken... just the pull went somewhere else funny how a full room... hits the same as empty shelves (yeah...) it ain't that I can't come back — it's that the quiet hasn't bored me yet someone asked me don't you miss it — I just held the glass... and paused not the stage... I miss the version no one saw (mm) that thought the noise... was the cause I could list the things I had — the glow, the room, the light (mm) but I'd rather disappear... than rehearse another night I cross 'em off the list... and light a cigarette the smoke curls up and asks me... are you done yet [outro] (mm...) too lazy to lie... ...the truth is lighter on the lungs... ((lighter on the lungs)) I pull on everything that burns [end]