As I glance away from your searching eyes, With a tear running down my face,
I promise: "I didn't lie"
The accusing stance I can't bear, I gather myself into a sheltered ball,
I promise: "This isn't happening again"
The smell of vodka seeping through my perfume, I sprayed ten times but it still pokes through
I swear: "I don't have a problem"
The heartbreak as it all unfolds, I can't deceive myself anymore
I admit: "It might be true"