[Verse 1] You say the right thing, I hear the wrong, Been reading between your lines too long. You leave a silence, I fill it in, We both know exactly where to begin. You wear conviction like a second skin, I watch the truth disappear within. I could ask questions, I could make you choose, But I like the version I've got of you. [Pre-Chorus] And every little contradiction Only serves to feed the fiction. If I know what you're doing, Am I really being fooled? [Chorus] Give me the shape of a lie, Something I can recognize. Make it beautiful, make it mine, Draw the edges, blur the lines. If it's false but it feels right, Does it matter for tonight? We can call it love, call it anything we like, Just give me the shape of a lie. [Verse 2] You study my face for a change in tone, Like every expression's a code you've known. I change the subject, you change the rules, We're getting so good at being fooled. I give you a story you want to believe, You give me a reason I shouldn't leave. And in-between what we wanted and knew, I started forgetting which parts were true. [Pre-Chorus - Build] Is it still manipulation When I hand you the permission? If we're writing it together, Who's the one being used? [Chorus] Give me the shape of a lie, Something I can recognize. Make it beautiful, make it mine, Draw the edges, blur the lines. If it's false but it feels right, Does it matter for tonight? We can call it love, call it anything we like, Just give me the shape of a lie. [Bridge — stripped down, intimate] Maybe truth is just a story That survives a second look. Maybe love is what we call it When we know how much it took. And if I take away the fantasy, And you take away the act, Would there be something left between us? Would we even want it back? [Solo - Synth] [Final Chorus — bigger, darker] Give me the shape of a lie, Something I can recognize. Make it beautiful, make it mine, Draw the edges, blur the lines. If it's false but it feels right, Does it matter for tonight? We can call it love, call it anything we like, Just give me the shape of a lie. [Outro — whispered, almost amused] You don't have to tell the truth. I don't have to be surprised. We both know what we're doing. That's what makes it mine.
